Mockingbird

by Geez43, Geezerz (Geez43)

Summary:

Takes place after oops and Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special (ft Fizzarolli)

Fizz wants to help Blitzø heal from everything that happened to him, unfortunately he knows Blitzø won't willingly go along with his plan, so he has to unconventionally convince him to comply.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary:

TW: This fic is not for everyone. (What is tbh)
This will include some age regression but also attempting to blackmail someone in order to make them agree to regressing.

Also: Diapers, changing, bottle feeding, punishments, etc.

This will also include some hurt/comfort, friendship, cuddling.

Fizz is absolutely insane in this, but he's also a good friend who wants to help Blitzø.

Why am I writing this? Idk. I was feeling sad and wanted to be comforted. -Geezers

Fizz knew that Blitzø needed help.

He always knew Blitzø needed help! But before the incident he just seemed a little lost and now he seems a lot more…

Broken.

The way Blitzø broke down in front of him like that? Crying, screaming, desperate for someone to believe him.

It was obvious he needed some help, and Fizz wasn't there for him when he really needed someone. 

Not that he really could have been before, but he can now, and that's what matters.

It was a long shot, but maybe Fizz could fix Blitzø and help fix him the same way Ozzie fixed him all those years ago.

Well, not exactly how Ozzie did it, but he could work something out.

“You want to do what to him?" Asmodeus asks.

Fizz went through the plan with Asmodeus first to make sure he was comfortable with the idea. Since they live together, he's going to have to be involved one way or the other, so he wanted to make sure Oz was comfortable with that.

“This isn't for me, it's for him!” Fizz says. “I wont hurt him or humilate him too much! I just want to make him feel safe, I want him to heal. Trust me, he needs this.”

Asmodeus shrugs. “If that's what you want, froggie. I will help as much as I can.”

“I do, Oz. Just trust me, I know what I'm doing.” He says.

“I do trust you.” Ozzie says. “Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it…so long as it's consensual and Blitzø actually agrees to the idea." 

Fizzarolli smiles. “Thanks, Oz.”

 

_Later:_

Fizz called up Blitzø and asked him if they could meet at Ozzie's place after work to…hang out.

Sure, Fizz seemed kinda suspicious, but honestly he's not so sure he'd act normally with Blitzø anyway, it has been 15 years after all, its sure to be a little awkward.

“So…why exactly did you invite me here, Fizz?” Blitzø asks. “I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm glad you don't hate me anymore, but I didn't think we were quite...friends yet.” he says.

“Blitzø, I told you. You didn't ruin me, I'm okay. We just, have some stuff to work on. You know?” Fizz asks. "Work on the relationship build each other up."

Blitzø nods. “I guess that makes sense." 

“Great! Speaking of which, I want to talk to you about something.” Fizz says. "An idea I had."

Blitzø raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms. “Okay?”

“I was thinking about what happened to us, about our childhood and whatnot and it occurred to me that you didn't have such a great one.” Fizz says.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Oh, that just occurred to you? How did you reach that conclusion, Fizz?” Blitzø asks sarcastically. "Did you gather around all the greatest minds? Did you call sherlock holmes to help you reach this conclusion? How long have you been working on this theory of yours"

“Just listen.” Fizz says. “I want to help you.”

“You want to help fix my childhood?” Blitzø asks.

“Yeah.” Fizz says. ”Kinda.”

“For you to do that, you'd need a time machine, be some type of expert on parenting, and somehow figure me out, and I don't think you can do any of those things.” Blitzø says. "Hope you know a lot of great scientists."

“Well, you're right about me not being an expert or having a time machine, but I do have you figured out, Blitzø.” Fizz says.

“How so?” Blitzø asks, arms still crossed in disbelief. 

“You just need someone to care about you, help you overcome what happened. Teach you how to accept unconditional love, even when it's not easy.” He says.

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. “Okay? And I'm not saying you're wrong…or an idiot. But how would you 'teach' me that?” He asks, adding air quotes to the word 'teach'.

“Simple. I'll simply have to start from the beginning.” Fizz says.

“What?”

“Have you ever heard of age regression, Blitzø?” Fizz asks.

Blitzø doesn't answer that, he instead backs up.

Fizz grabs his wrist. “Hey, at least let me finish saying what I need to!” Fizz demands.

“Okay, okay, christ on a stick. What is your problem?” Blitzø asks.

“No, no, we're focusing on your problems today. Age regression is where someone regresses or acts like a child to deal with trauma or stress in their life.”

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. He can't believe they're having this conversation.

“I want to help you deal with your trauma, rather than pretend it's not there. I would like to help you, break you down then build you back up again."

Why is Blitzø actually considering this? If it were Stolas, he wouldn't hesitate to leave, but Fizz?

He just got Fizz back, he doesn't want to lose him again. “What exactly are you suggesting here?” Blitzø asks.

Fizz take a deep breath. “You come stay with Asmodeus and I on weekends to regress and we'll take care of you.”

Well, looks like he's gonna have to lose Fizz because THAT is not happening.

“Oh hell no. You cannot be serious.” Blitzø says. “I'm not going to act like a child to get the pair of you off!”

“This is not sexual! It's therapeutic and its supposed to help you.” Fizz says.

“Yeah, sorry but no. Wait, actually let me rephrase: FUCK NO.” Blitzø corrects. “I appreciate the concern, Fizz, but I'd honestly rather swallow a cactus's dick.”

Horrifying visual. “Alright, then you don't have to.” Fizz says. “Of course if you don't want to work on yourself or fix our relationship…”

Blitzø sighs. “Fizz-”

Fizz crosses his robotic arms. “Also, I should let you know, Asmodeus found some interesting footage from the broken Fizz bot from Loo Loo land.”

“What?” Blitzø asks.

Fizz smirks. “Mammon has been looking to sue, I should probably let him know who's actually responsible for destroying the park.” Fizz says.

Blitzø's eyebrows furrow. “Are you seriously trying to blackmail me?”

“If I have to.” Fizz says. “Look, I just want you to try, give it three months and I'll let it go. I'll leave you alone and we can pretend it never happened.”

Blitzø scoffs. “After I saved your life, you'd still let someone sue me?”

Fizz sighs. “No, I wouldn't. I just- I want to help you, Blitzø. Please let me help you?” Fizz asks.

Blitzø’s chest tightens…

‘Barb wait! I want to help you- Let me help you, please?’

He would have helped Barbie if she'd just given him the chance…

Was Fizz asking for the same chance?

“I promise I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't believe in it.” Fizz says.

Doing what Fizz is actually suggesting sounds mortifying. Not that he hasn't been through worse.

So, he acts like a kid and Fizz treats him like one? It sounds weird but maybe it's not as bad as it sounds?

“One month.” Blitzø says.

“Two months.” Fizz suggests. "But you have to give it an honest try and listen to me."

“Deal.” Blitzø rolls his eyes. He honestly can't believe he's agreeing to this. He supposed he was still so desperate for Fizz to like him.

He felt like a kid again... wishing for Fizz to pay attention to him, to care about him...

Fizz smiles and hugs Blitzø. “Thank you, Blitzø. For trusting me. I know it's not easy, but I promise that I only want what's best for you.”

Blitzø nods. “Yeah…I appreciate that.” He says. Fizz let's go of Blitzø who then hugs himself anxiously.

“You're going to need a safeword.” Fizz says.

“I thought you said this wasn't going to be sexual.” Blitzø says.

“It's not, but if we're doing this, I will have to push some limits. I want to make sure it doesn't go too far.”

Blitzø nods.

“So, if there's something that you really don't want, something that pushes you too far, I should know when it's non-negotiable.”

Blitzø nods. “Alright.”

“So, if I go too far, I want you to say the word: toxin. Alright?” Fizz asks.

Blitzø nods. He didn't want to admit it but having a safeword did make him feel better about this.

“Come over next weekend. Saturday at 9:00. And we'll figure out the details and rules and boundaries.”

“Nine AM?!” Blitzø asks.

“We have a lot of ground to cover.” Fizz shrugs.

“I don't get up that early on a Saturday!” Blitzø says.

“Sorry, but I believe I'm the one who makes the rules, doll.” Fizz says. "If you're going to give this an honest chance, you'll have to trust my judgment." He boops Blitzø cutely.

Blitzø practically melted at the pet name. “Fine fine, nine it is.” He agrees reluctantly. “I should go pick up some dinner for Loona, it's getting late-”

Fizz hugs Blitzø again. “Stay safe.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Blitzø says, not really sure how to respond to this if he's being honest. So, he let's go and leaves, smiling awkwardly at Fizz.

As he closes the door he wonders to himself: ‘What the fuck have I done?’

Chapter 2: Week 1 pt 1

Summary:

Fizz and Blitzø talk about what's gonna happen

Notes:

I can't think of any trigger warnings, so....lmk if I should add any.

 

 

_Saturday_

Blitzø arrived at Ozzarolli's place as instructed despite not being too sure about it. 

Maybe he agreed to this too quickly, maybe he was so desperate and excited that someone actually wanted him around he just kinda- jumped into it without thinking. 

“Blitzø! You're here! Great, let's get started.” Fizz says opening the door even though Blitzø hasn't knocked yet.

Blitzø hesitated. “Fizz, listen. About the other day, I-” 

Fizz was already walking inside, so Blitzø followed.

“First things first, I want to establish some ground rules for both of us. So we can understand what we both expect from this.”

“Fizz, look. I can't do this. I think- I mean- I was drunk when I agreed to it, so it shouldn't really count if you think about it-” he lies.

“Blitzø.” Fizz grabs Blitzø's arms. “I promise I won't hurt you. And nothing that happens between us will leave this place. This is just between us.” He promised.

“Well-"

“It's only eight weekends.” Fizz says. 

“Eight weekends?” Blitzø asks. “You think that's not a lot?!” 

“Relax. You have a safeword and if it gets too bad, we can stop at any time. I only ask that you give this a fair chance.” He says. “I promise I only want to help.”

Blitzø nods, holding his arms with his hands anxiously. “Yeah…alright.”

“Hey, we'll start slow. And if you're uncomfortable, you have an out.” Fizz reminds him.

Blitzø takes a breather and nods. 

Fizz grabs Blitzø's hand. “Come with me.” He says. 

Blitzø follows, not sure why he's agreeing to do this. 

Was he just lonely? Desperate for someone to actually give a damn about him?

Millie and Moxxie are practically attached at the hip, Loona has been hanging out with friends, and now even Stolas seemed to want nothing to do with him…

But Fizz? He's claiming that he actually wants to help him, wants to spend time with him- 

THIS WAS FIZZ! Was he supposed to say no?!

Well…maybe. But he guaranteed that whatever Fizz had planned, it would be way better than staying at home eating cheese and watching TV like he did every weekend he wasn’t with Stolas.

Fizz led him to a spare bedroom and climbed up on the bed. He gestures for Blitzø to sit across from him as he grabs a clipboard.

Blitzø goes along with it and sits down. 

“Alright, I wrote down a list of rules for you to follow while I look after you.” Fizz says. “As well as potential rewards and punishments for when you follow the rules or break them.”

Blitzø raises an eyebrow with intrigue. “Okay?”

“Rule 1: while you are taking the part of little, I will be taking on a caregiver role, so I will make the calls, and you will listen to me. I am doing this for your own good and I need you to let me take control in order to help you.”

“Mkay.” Blitzø says, not sure how exactly to respond. 

“Rule 2: Once you walk in here every weekend, you are agreeing to let me take care of you. So you will allow me to decide what you wear, what you eat, and also anything else a caregiver would have responsibility over.” 

Blitzø wasn't sure about that, he only crossed his arms and raised an eyebrowat him.

“3: No lying, this will only work if there's honesty between us, and we need to trust each other. I also promise not to lie or hide things from you.” Fizz explains. 

Blitzø thinks, at least Fizz is keeping himself accountable too, that was something. He supposed.

“4: You will follow the schedule I have planned, if you have issues with it, just talk to me and we can try to make adjustments, do not argue or throw any tantrums.” 

“And 5: You will show Asmodeus and I respect big or little.” Fizz says.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, whatever.” Blitzø irritably responds.

Fizz raises an eyebrow then adds on his clipboard: Rule 6, no being cheeky, sassy, or rude.”

Blitzø resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Fizz is asking HIM not to be sassy? Fucking hypocrite.

“Now for rewards I have: New toys, new coloring books, lots of praise, sweets, and maybe getting to stay up longer.” 

“I also have a list of punishments, let me know if there's anything you want me to remove.” Fizz says. 

Fizz hands Blitzø the clipboard with the lists and he reads through the list of punishments:

-Time out

-Scolding 

-Mouth washing 

-Getting privileges taken for the day.

-Spanking 

-Writing lines

-Early bedtiMe

-No sweets

Blitzø doesn't even bother to read the list, he sets it aside. "Fizz-"

“Okay- now, Is there's anything else you want to talk about, boundries you want to establish?" Fizz asks.

“Listen, Fizz. I really do appreciate you trying to help me and making all this effort, but I really don’t need you to.” Blitzø explains. 

“Hey.” Fizz picks up Blitzø and sets him on his lap, wrapping his arms around him Immediately as he rocks him gently. 

“Fizz-” Blitzø feels an instant fight or flight instinct and tries to push Fizz away. “What are you-”

“Shh, relax, it's okay. No one else is here, it's just you and me. And I promise I'm not making fun of you, or judging, I wouldn't do that.” He whispers. “I just want to hold you for a minute, if that's okay.” He says. 

Blitzø considers leaving, pushing Fizz away and going home, but…

It felt good to have Fizz around again, it was definitely different than how he and Fizz were before but maybe it was a good thing..?

He suddenly wraps his arms around Fizz and rests his head on the jester's shoulder. “Yeah…that's okay.” He says. 

Fizz kisses Blitzø’s cheek and snuggles closer to him. “Thank you for trusting me, Blitzø. I know it's not easy for you. But, I'm glad you are, because I really missed you.”

Blitzø tried not to cry as he cuddled up closer to Fizz, but he couldn’t help it!

“It's okay, baby. I'm here.” Fizz promises. “You’re not alone anymore, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.”

That struck Blitzø where it hurt… he'd been alone for so long. Well, it got better over the years with IMP and especially Loona…but there was always a void. A void that he felt could never be filled. But, maybe it doesn't always have to be like that. 

And as weird as it was to have Fizz call him by a pet name and coddle him like this, it was kinda…okay. He supposed.

It's been a long time since someone who actually cared about him treated him like this…if they ever did..

Fizz nuzzled Blitzø's cheek and with his robotic hands, he petted him gently while they relaxed. “You're okay, we're okay.”

Blitzø nods, he needed to hear that. “Thanks Fizz.”

Just with that small conversation, Blitzø was completely worn out and sleep forced itself on him as Fizz continued to hold and comfort him. Whispering sweetly to him and gently petting him. 

Fizz smiled once Blitzø was out, he was kinda adorable- or actually very adorable. It was strange since this was once someone he looked up to, someone who always protected him, and looked out for him…

And now Fizz supposed it was his turn to do the same.

His phone goes off suddenly, so Fizz silences it. 🔕 

He checks to see a text from Asmodeus:

Ozzie💙: How's it going?

Froggy💚: Going great! We talked it all through, and now he's sleeping. 

Ozzie💙: That's adorable. I'm surprised he agreed to all this. 

Froggy💚: Yeah, me too. I guess he's a lot smarter than I thought. 

Ozzie💙:...Or desperate 

Froggy💚: Yeah, either way. I'm glad he did. This will be fun! The two of us, taking care of him.

Ozzie💙: Yeah, it will be. I'll be home late tonight. But, I figure it'll be for the best so you and Blitzø can have some time to adjust to this. I love you, Froggy ❤️🔥

Froggy💚: Yeah, probably. I love you too Oz 😘 💓 💗 💛 💖 ♥️  💓 💗 💛 💖 ♥️  💓 💗 ❤️🔥❣️💞💋🙊❤️🩹🤍🫀

 

Fizz smiles at the sleeping Blitzø again. “Don't worry,” he says to him. “I'm gonna take care of you. You'll never be all alone again."

 

Notes:

Sorry it took a bit to update this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Ty for all the support for this fic! It means a lot to me! 💖💖💖💖💖

Chapter 3: Week 1 pt 2.

_Saturday part 2:_

 

Blitzø blinks awake slowly, feeling more relaxed than he has in a while.

He slowly got himself up and looked around for Fizz. Blitzø was under the covers of Fizz and Ozzie's bed, but Fizz was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't really want to move, but he also felt like it was rude to stay in bed, especially when he's sure Fizz had plans for today.

He got out of the bed and walked downstairs. “Fizz?” Blitzø calls. But there's no answer.

So, Blitzø walks downstairs to try and find him.

He heard some noise, so he followed it until he reached the kitchen. “Fizz?” He asks.

Suddenly Fizz looked over at Blitzø and stopped whatever it was he was doing. “Oh hey, you're up!” He says happily.

“Yeah.” Blitzø rubbed his arm anxiously.

“I'm making lunch!” Fizz says proudly. “Are you hungry?”

“Since when can you cook?” Blitzø asks.

“I can't cook, but I can put chicken nuggets in the microwave.” Fizz defends.

“You sure? You've burnt water before.” Blitzø says.

“Fire is hard!” Fizz argues.

“But it was for lemonade, no stove should have been involved.” Blitzø says.

“I didn't use a stove.” Fizz explains.

Blitzø facepalms. “Seriously, how did you manage that?”

“To be honest, I don’t really know.” Fizz says. “How did you sleep by the way?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Fine,” he says shrugging.

“I really should’ve given you a tour of the place before leaving you alone. After lunch I'll be sure to do that.” Fizz says.

“Yeah…no problem.” Blitzø says. The place was rather huge, even if it was only their second home. Fizz and Asmodeus got a second place for days off so he and Fizz could have more privacy, which made sense, especially when their relationship was a secret.

The microwave dings and the food is ready.

Fizz makes Blitzø's plate with chicken nuggets, some baby carrots, and pretzels and gives it to him. “There ya-go.”

“Thanks.” Blitzø says. Fizz is getting better, the chicken nuggets aren't overdone, and nothing else is burnt. Asmodeus must have been a good influence on him.

Fizz then hands Blitzø a cup with a lid, it wasn’t a sippy cup exactly, it was just a normal cup with a child lid and no straw. He also gave Blitzø a plastic plate and plastic cutlery, but at least Fizz’s plate had the same food and the same amount.

For a moment, Blitzø had kinda forgotten what Fizz and him were even doing. “Hey, Fizz?” He asks.

“Yeah?” Fizz answers.

“Why exactly are we doing this?” Blitzø asks.

Fizz knew what Blitzø was asking, but he wanted to encourage Blitzø to use his words and actually say what he means, also Blitzø needs to acknowledge the actual situation. So, he asks: “Doing what?”

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “The…re- uh repression thing?”

“It's regression, kiddo.” Fizz says, booping Blitzø's nose.

“Yeah, that. Why the kid stuff?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, it's meant to make you feel smaller, so you'll feel more safe, but also more vulnerable.”

“And why the hell would I want to feel vulnerable?” Blitzø asks.

“Language.” Fizz scolds. He's gonna have to add no cursing to the list. He didn't even think of that.

Blitzø rolls his eyes.

“You being as vulnerable as possible will help build trust in our relationship.” Fizz says. “You have to learn to tear down your walls, just let go and trust someone else.”

Blitzø hums, he disagreed. His ‘walls’ are there for a reason. Trusting in people never worked out for him.

But, he supposed that sorta made sense, at least for Fizz. He could never trust anyone else that much, he's surprised Fizz is trusting him. “Okay, but that still doesn't explain the kid stuff.” He says.

“Well, most of your problems stem from past experiences, and so I thought returning to that headspace might help heal your inner child.” Fizz explains.

“Inner what?” Blitzø asks.

“Healing your inner child? You haven't heard of that?” Fizz asks.

Blitzø shakes his head.

“Huh. Well everyone has an inner child, it's like making up for what you didn't have when you were younger.” Fizz tries to explain. “Does that make sense?”

“I guess?” Blitzø says. He supposed buying all those horse figurines and stuffed animals was a way of doing that- not that he really thought much about it.

“Speaking of, I'm adding no cursing to your rules, kids aren't supposed to curse.” Fizz says.

“I cursed all the time as a kid.” Blitzø argues.

“Well, not anymore.” Fizz says. “You're my little one now, so no cursing.”

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Fiiine.” He sighs.

“So sassy.” Fizz says, poking Blitzø's side.

Blitzø yelps. “Hey!”

Fizz chuckles. "It's okay, Blitzø. You're cute, even if you are sassy." He says

"Mnot sassy." He mumbles, sounding a bit annoyed with Fizz.

“Mhm, sure.” Fizz teases. “Whatever you say, Blitzø.”

Blitzø smiles at Fizz, glad he's actually using his preferred name.

He looks at the cup again, then at Fizz. And he finally takes a drink, having to move his head back fully to do so.

Fizz smiled, very content with himself.

They eat their food -or what they could. Fizz only really ate the carrots, and Blitzø ate everything but. But it wasn't discussed between either imp, Fizz only cleared the plates and smiled. “So, what do you want to do now?”

Blitzø shrugs. “I don't know, Fizz. You're the one in charge of this weird dynamic.” He says.

“Well, I figured we could take things easy today, maybe watch some tv and cuddle?” He suggests.

With the request, Blitzø can't help but feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach. Damn it, he thought he was over Fizz!

Fizz grins. “Don't be embarrassed, it'll be fun!” He says.

“Yeah..okay.” Blitzø says, taking deep breaths.

Fizz grabs Blitzø's hand and leads him to the living room couch. “Alright, what would you like to watch?” He asks. “Remember only kids shows.”

There was only one kids show that came to mind for Blitzø. “Uh you got Netflix?”

“Yup.” Fizz answers.

“How about…uh…”

Fizz tilts his head.

“My lll phyny…” He mumbles.

“I'm sorry?” Fizz ask.

“Why don't you just pick something?” Blitzø asks.

Fizz rolls his eyes, then places his hands on Blitzø's face. “Nope, come on. Just say it.”

“Okay, okay, I said my little pony.” He says.

Fizz kisses Blitzø's cheek. “That was very brave of you.” He puts on the first episode of friendship is magic

Fizz pulls Blitzø closer, which Blitzø had no objection to, and eventually Blitzø was on Fizz's lap, snuggling close to him as they watched the show.

Fizz could already tell how the show was affecting Blitzø. He was calm yet his eyes were glowing with joy and wonder.

The plan was working! And though he doesn't expect Blitzø to regress right away, he at least feels Blitzø is comfortable enough with him so it could eventually be a possibility.

Him and Asmodeus did a lot of research on age regression after their discussion. Some friends of theirs is in a flip age regression relationship and they were more than willing to give them some caregiver-y tips to help them out. One of which was simply: go slow. Which is what Fizz is trying to do.

Day 1 is simply about making sure Blitzø is comfortable, tomorrow is where they introduce some more childish activities. And Fizz couldn’t wait!

_Later:_

They watched quite a few episodes when they suddenly heard the door open and close as footsteps approached them.

Blitzø sat up and got off Fizz's lap fast to see who was there and it was no other than Asmodeus, sin of lust.

Fizzarolli smirks at Blitzø, so blitzø glares at him as if to tell him to shut the f up.

Asmodeus walks over to them and Kisses Fizz. “Sorry I'm late, Froggy. How was your day?”

“It was great.” Fizz says. “We've just been hanging out, watching cartoons.”

“Sounds fun. And how are you, Blitzø?” Ozzie asks.

“Fine.” Blitzø says, feeling sorta intimidated with Asmodeus here. Did he know about the regression thing?

“Did you eat something?” Asmodeus asks.

“We…had lunch.” Fizz says.

“That's good! I'll handle dinner then.” He kisses Fizz again, and for a moment Blitzø sees Fizz frown before attempting to make his face neutral again. He turned off the TV and turns to Blitzø. “So, first day of all this, how are you doing?”

“I'm fine, like I said.” Blitzø answers.

“Any thoughts or notes?”

Blitzø shrugs. “Not really, I'm still trying to understand what's even happening.”

“That makes sense. It'll get easier as we go.” He promised.

Blitzø half smiled, feeling a bit better.

_Later:_

“Dinner is done, Fizz.” Asmodeus announced.

“Come on.” Fizz stands up and reaches his hand out to Blitzø who takes it happily.

The two of them walk to the kitchen/dining room area.

Asmodeus made hamburgers. “A proper dinner food.” He emphasizes to Fizz who scoffs. “Hamburgers are an anytime food, right Blitzø?” Fizz asks.

Blitzø smirks. “It's never too early for burgers.”

“Not you too.” Asmodeus rolls his eyes.

Fizzarolli laughs and Asmodeus teases him further. Blitzø has no idea where this was coming from, but he can't look away from Asmodeus and Fizz- They were just so happy together! And he was happy for them. But he was also sad knowing he could never really have that.

Eh. He'll get over it. He eats the burger happily. It was really good!

He was especially happy to see Fizz actually eating, he ate at least 3 burgers. So at least he knew Fizz was okay.

“So, what should we do after dinner?” Asmodeus asks.

“How about we play a game?” Fizz suggests.

“Ooo! Yes! I love games!” Blitzø says.

Fizz and Ozzie both smile.

“Sounds good to me,” Ozzie says.

_After dinner_

The game was called Tapple. There was a board with letter buttons on it, then they're given a category and they have to think of something that matches up with the category and numbers and if someone can't think of one before time runs out they're out of the game.

Asmodeus found out that night just how competitive Blitzø can be- and by extension, how competitive he made Fizz.

Fizz and Blitzø went back and forth super fast and even attempted to make up words to try and win…but in the end Asmodeus still won.

“Alright it's 9:30, I think it's time for bed.” Fizz says.

“What? It's hardly even dark.” Blitzø complains.

“No arguing, your bedtime is technically nine.” Fizz explains.

“I don't have a bedtime, Fizz. I'm an adult.” Blitzø rolls his eyes sassily.

“I know you're having fun, Blitzø. But you need sleep. So why don't you text loona and tell her goodnight so we can help you get ready for bed?” Fizz suggests.

Blitzø is starting to see the downside to all of this. “And what if I don't want to?” Blitzø tests.

Asmodeus and Fizz look at each other then look at Blitzø sternly.

“Then you'll find yourself going to bed earlier next time, and youmight even find yourself losing privileges. " Fizz warns.

“That's stupid.” Blitzø says.

“Stupid isn't a very nice word, Blitzø.”

“Yeah, s'why I fucking used it!” Blitzø argues.

Fizz sighs. “Fine, that's it. You aren't allowed on electronics tomorrow including TV, and we'll be taking your phone for tonight. Text your daughter.” Fizz tells him.

“Fizz-”

“Do you want to add more to your punishment?” Asmodeus asks.

Blitzø sighs and texts loona.

“Thought so.” Asmodeus says, taking Blitzø’s phone after he finished texting loona. “You'll get this back tomorrow night.”

Blitzø couldn't help but pout a bit, they were really taking this whole child thing seriously.

“Come on, I'll show you where your room is so you can get ready for bed.” Fizz says kindly, taking his hand.

Blitzø didn't argue the rest of the night, he didn't want to disappoint Fizz.

Fizz showed him a bedroom that was dark blue and light pink, covered in horse toys, it had a closet full of kids clothes that was Blitzø's size, and a large comfortable bed. “How long have you been planning this?” Blitzø asks.

“Not very, like a week, this room was already ready, we just added toys and stuff to make it more kid friendly, and we're practically the same size, so getting the clothes wasn't so hard either.

“Huh.” Blitzø says. Fizz hands him a matching dark blue pajama shirt and pants to put on for the night and gives him a few minutes to change.

Afterwards he came back into the room with Asmodeus.

“Hey, we wanted to tuck you in and wish you a good night.” Fizz says, taking Blitzø’s hand he leads him to the bed.

“I don't need you to-”

Before Blitzø could say more, Fizz already had him lying down and he tucked him into bed tightly.

Blitzø didn't feel like commenting on it wouldn't do much- besides it was kinda…nice? He supposes.

Asmodeus sang him a lullaby he had never heard before, then both of them kissed his head and wished him sweet dreams.

Lastly, Fizz handed Blitzø a green horse plushie.

“Night, Blitzø, see you tomorrow.” He says.

Blitzø didn't say anything as the two of them left and shut the door…because he didn't really know what to say, he could barely register what had just happened…

Notes:

Ty for all the support for this fic! I promise it'll get better, just needed Blitzø to have an easy start to this. But I hope you're liking it!
Starting to get a bit of a family dynamic here!

BTW I got a Tumblr now! And a wattpad! Same user Geez43! Interact if you want! That could be cool!

Chapter 4: Week 1 Pt 3

Chapter by Geez43

Summary:

Blitzø apologizes...a lot.

_Sunday _

 

Blitzø woke up the next day pretty early. 

 

He was honestly surprised he didn't dream up all that crazy shit. Fizz and Ozzie treating him like a child, tucking him into bed and taking his-

 

Blitzø notices his phone is nowhere to be seen.

 

They seriously took his phone. Why is he putting up with this shit? 

 

There was a knock on the door. “Blitzø? Are you awake?”

 

Ohh right. Fizz…that's why. Damn it!

 

“Yeah…hi. You can come in.” He says.

 

Fizz does, opening the door he smiles at Blitzø kindly. “Good morning. Breakfast is about ready, are you hungry?”

 

Blitzø shrugs. 

 

“Well, try eating anyway. See how it goes. Do you want any help getting dressed this morning?” Fizz asks. 

 

Blitzø feels a fuzzy feeling in his gut, and he feels slightly embarrassed just by him asking such a question. Blitzø shakes his head. “I'm okay…thanks.”

 

Fizz nods. “Okay, get dressed and come downstairs. Ozzie made French toast.” 

 

Blitzø nodded again, but before Fizz could close the door or leave, he interupts. “Fizz?”

 

Fizz turns to him. “Yeah?”

 

“I'm sorry.” Blitzø blushes. “...about last night.” 

 

He's honestly not sure if he is actually sorry, but Blitzø didn't want Fizz to be upset with him, so it's better to just say so anyway. 

 

Fizz walks over to sit on the bed next to Blitzø. “I know, baby. It's okay.” He says. “You still won't be allowed on your phone or any other screen today, but we can still have some fun.” Fizz says.

 

Blitzø nods, feeling embarrassed about being punished by his friend…and being called baby by him. But, he'd do literally anything to make Fizz like him at this point, he'd do anything to prove to Fizz that he is sorry and that he is trying to get better.

 

That Fizz shouldn't give up on him…leave him.

 

“I'm really proud of you for apologizing and taking your punishment well.” Fizz says. “You're doing so great and I want you to know that.” 

 

Blitzø felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach. “I…I am?”

 

Fizz nods. “Yup, I'm very proud of you, bud. I love that you're taking this seriously and giving it a fair chance. You really have changed so much in the best way possible.”

 

A small smile escapes Blitzø. “Thanks Fizz.” 

 

Fizz puts a hand on Blitzø's shoulder briefly and walks out of the room. “Breakfast time, little one. Don't want to be late, do you?” He asks at the door. 

 

Blitzø shakes his head again. “I'll be down in a minute.”

 

“Good boy.” Fizz says. Closing the door behind him.

 

Blitzø quickly wiped away the tears that were forcing their way through his eyes. 

 

Damn it! Why did Fizz have to go and say all of that?! Now he's all flustered.  

 

Blitzø looks through the little clothes that Fizz had for him and picks out the least embarrassing ones. A red shirt with a horse print on it, and some short jeans.

 

He liked the shirt at least.

 

_Later_

 

Breakfast was pleasant enough, Fizz, Ozzie, and him talking casually and eating delicious food, who wouldn't love that?

 

Of course he was still given a plastic plate, fork, and cup. And Fizz insisted on cutting his French toast for him…

 

He didn't hate it exactly, it was kinda nice being cared for, but it was…strange?

 

Why would Fizz want to do any of this for him anyway?

 

“So, what do you two have planned for the day?” Ozzie asks. 

 

Fizz took a second to finish chewing and swallowing his food. “Well, I figure Blitzø and I could play with some of the toys we bought him.” Fizz says.

 

“Sounds like fun.” Asmodeus says. “Are you excited, Blitzø?”

 

Blitzø shrugs. “I guess.”

 

Fizz pets Blitzø's head, which causes Blitzø to smile at him. Affection was never Blitzø's thing, but from Fizz it was completely different, he felt safe and comforted by the touch.

 

“Alright, I will leave you both to it then.” Asmodeus says. He stands up, gives a quick kiss to Fizz and pats Blitzø's head. 

 

Blitzø wasn't sure how to take that, but he shrugs it off. 

 

“Blitzø, finish your breakfast so we can start having some fun.” Fizz tells him. 

 

Blitzø picks up his plastic fork and takes another bite. 

 

It's honestly really good, and he did want to eat. He just lacked motivation to pick up the fork and keep feeding himself. 

 

He doesn't know why, he just gets like that sometimes. Especially when he's feeling as uneasy as he is now.

 

“Would it be okay if I fed you?” Fizz asks.

 

Blitzø froze. If anyone else had said it, Blitzø would have very nasty things to say in retaliation, but Fizz's tone seemed rather genuine and kind when he said it. “Uh-”

 

He must have sensed Blitzø's anxiety, because he places a comforting metal hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it's just us here. Who's gonna judge?” Fizz asks. “Besides, it may help you get into little space faster.” 

 

“Little what?” Blitzø asks.

 

Fizz opens his hand to Blitzø, asking for the fork.

 

Blitzø knows that if he wants Fizz to stop, he can make Fizz stop at any time, so he hands over the fork.

 

Fizz smiles at Blitzø, he uses the fork to dip a piece of French toast into the syrup to carefully feed Blitzø. “Little space is when you get into the headspace of a child. It lets you regress and relax so you can stop worrying about all those adult responsibilities.” Fizz says.

 

Once the fork gets lifted towards Blitzø, he just takes the fork. “I'm sorry. I can't.” He says. 

 

Fizz nods. “It's okay. We can try again later if you want. But we don't have to.” Fizz says. 

 

Blitzø sets the fork down on the plate. 

 

“Blitzø, you need to eat. You hardly had any.” Fizz says softly. 

 

Blitzø whines, he can't take the pestering. He covers his face with his hands as if it would make Fizz go away.

 

“Blitzø. Blitzø~” Fizz teases. “Everybody wake up in the morning, everybody's hungry, I know-oh-oh-oh~” Fizz starts singing. 

 

“Fizz!” Blitzø whines.

 

“Everybody wake up in the morning, it's breakfast time, let's go!” Fizz sings more, tickling Blitzø’s side.

 

Blitzø squeaks in surprise at being tickled, and starts getting a bit annoyed. “Geez, stop!” 

 

“I'll stop if you open your mouth and eat the rest of your toast.” Fizz says, taking the fork again. 

 

Blitzø decides it's better than Fizz's obnoxious singing, so he opens his mouth and lets Fizz feed him, it is still weird- but sorta nice too?

 

Damn, he's been thinking that of everything Fizz has done so far. He can't possibly be enjoying this, can he? 

 

No, Fizz was forcing him to do this. . .

 

He has no choice. 

 

That's what he's decided to tell himself.

 

He honestly wasn't sure what to think, it just made him feel…too much. 

 

“You know, I think little moments of babying you like this might help you feel younger, so you'll be able to regress.” Fizz explains. “Do you feel any younger?” 

 

Blitzø shrugs. He does. But he doesn't. He's still him just…fuzzier. And he doesn't like it, so he pushes that feeling down as best as possible. 

 

After Blitzø finished eating, Fizz cleared the plates. 

_Later_ 

 

Fizz leads Blitzø to the living room and gestures for him to sit on the floor with him by the coffee table. 

 

Blitzø goes along with it, it can't possibly be worse than what he allowed in the kitchen.

 

“So, we bought you some toys we can play with!” Fizz says. “We don't know how young you'll regress to, so we got some that would be alright for most ages.” 

 

Fizz sat down on the floor, then reached out his arms and grabbed a small basket that was full of toys and poured it in front of him. 

 

Blitzø only looks at fizz then down at the toys in front of them. 

 

It was a colorful collection of blocks and some plastic horses too. 

 

“What shall we build?” Fizz asks him. 

 

Blitzø shrugs, obviously nervous…which is strange since he knows Blitzø collected horses…

 

Of course, collecting toys and playing with them are different so…

 

“That's okay, no pressure.” Fizz says. 

 

Blitzø looks down on the floor, not sure how to really act…what to say…usually he's so good at being childish and talkative but…he really wanted Fizz to like him…

 

Wanted Fizz to love him. 

 

Fizz starts building a barn, occasionally handing Blitzø a block to add, which he does, casually. 

 

“So…how's work been going for you?” Fizz asks. 

 

Blitzø shrugs. “Pretty good. Killing, murder.”

 

Fizz nods. “Hm. I see. Is that really something you like doing?” Fizz asks. “Hurting people?” Fizz continues to build a fence around the barn. 

 

Blitzø pauses before adding a block to the barn, making it a bit bigger with little sections for the horses. “I don't know…I'm good at it.” 

 

Fizz nods. “Fair enough. You have to do what you can to survive. Even if that means doing things some might disagree with.” 

 

Blitzø pauses and looks up at Fizz. “What? You have a problem with me being an assassin?” 

 

Fizz shakes his head. “No, of course not. What you choose to do is your business, not mine. I may not agree with what you chose to do with your life but…what you decide is just what you decide and I care about you, so I accept it as is.” 

 

Blitzø was a bit confused but continued to build. 

 

“So…which horse should go where?” Fizz asks. 

 

Blitzø blinks, looking at the horses. “This horse should go in stable one.” Blitzø says. 

 

Fizz smiles. “Okay, and what's his name?” 

 

“Her name…is spaghetti strap.” Blitzø says.

 

Fizz smiles. “That's a great name, Blitzø.”

 

“She loves candy and fashion!” 

 

“And who's this?” Fizz asks, holding up a purple horse. 

 

Blitzø takes it. “Purple Gingerbread. He loves racing but also he's gay!” 

 

Fizz smiles as he continues to listen to Blitzø's horse stories, he always had quite the imagination. 

 

Blitzø hands Fizz one of the horses, this one named Flipskit. And Blitzø starts to actually play. “

 

“Flipskit! We got to save our barn from the possessed marshmallow people!” Blitzø's horse says. 

 

“We got this, Strawhat McDuffie!” Fizz's character says.

 

_Later_

 

After a while of playing Fizz realizes that it's noon and figures he should fix them something to eat.

 

“I'm gonna make some lunch, you keep playing.” Fizz tells him, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

 

And Blitzø stays there for a bit…a few minutes before deciding he'd much rather be with Fizz. 

 

It was boring by himself. 

 

He walks over to Fizz awkwardly. 

 

“Yes?” Fizz asks him once he enters the kitchen. 

 

“Can I just stay in here instead?” Blitzø asks. 

 

“Sure, buddy. If that's what you want.” Fizz says. “But just so you know, you're getting a nap after lunch.” 

 

“A nap?” Blitzø asks. 

 

“Mhm. Little ones need plenty of sleep.” Fizz says. 

 

Blitzø sighs. “But I'm not a little one, I'm an adult.” 

 

“I know you are.” Fizz says. “But babying you while you're an adult will help you regress, which will help you relax and heal…hopefully.” 

 

“Why do you want to help me anyway? You hated me like…a few weeks ago.” 

 

“Well, yeah. But that was before I knew what really happened…I thought you were trying to hurt me.” Fizz says. “But after hearing what you went through…where you are now…”

 

“So, you pity me then?” Blitzø asks. 

 

“Kinda…but mostly I just- I know what you're capable of, I know you can be a better person, I know you can be great…but first you have to let go of what caused you to be the way you are now. And I want to help you get there.” 

 

Blitzø hums. 

 

“You uh- you want to help me make lunch, buddy?” Fizz asks. 

 

Blitzø smiles and nods. “Yeah.” 

 

_Later_ 

 

When Fizz and Blitzø finished making Lunch, he set the plates down on the table. 

 

The food today was macaroni and cheese with vegetables in it. 

 

Fizz sits down next to Blitzø. “Would it be alright if I fed you again?” Fizz asks. 

 

Blitzø shrugs. 

 

“Verbal yes or no please.” Fizz says. “If you want to do it yourself, that's okay.” 

 

“You…” Blitzø can't believe he's actually saying this. “You can feed me…if you want. I don't mind.” He blushes slightly, but Fizz doesn't make a big deal about it, he only grabs the little plastic spoon and starts feeding Blitzø. 

 

After lunch Fizz cleared the plates and he and Blitzø played with the horses for another ten minutes before Fizz announced:  “Okay, kiddo. Nap time.” He says. 

 

Blitzø rolls his eyes and sighs defiantly. “Why?” He asks, childishly. 

 

“It's nap time, kiddo. Let's put away the toys and get you to bed.” Fizz says again.

 

“But, Fizz! I don't need one!” He argued.

 

“No back talk. Just do as I told you.” Fizz says sternly. “I'm looking after you, so I'm deciding what you need. Okay?”

 

Blitzø sighs. “Fiiiine.” 

 

“Thank you.” Fizz says. 

 

Blitzø helps clean up the toys, but he amgerly tosses them in the box instead of setting it nicely. 

 

“Cut the attitude unless you want to be punished. I'm serious, Blitzø.” Fizz tells him. 

 

Blitzø doesn't know what it is that comes over him…but tears start to fill his eyes, upset that he disappointed Fizz again! He's such a disappointment! “M'swwry.” He mumbles, his hands covering his face. 

 

Fizz looks up at him. “Oh, kiddo. It's okay.” Fizz picks him up and Blitzø starts crying more, leaning against his shoulder. “I'm sorry, sweetheart. Was I too harsh?” Fizz asks him. 

 

Blitzø doesn't respond though, he just keeps crying, clearly Fizz triggered him or- perhaps Blitzø was simply overwhelmed and Fizz opened the floodgates? 

 

He wasn't sure, but this was definitely not the way Fizz expected Blitzø to regress...he'll have to ask about this. 

 

“Blitzø?” Fizz asks. “Are you okay?” 

 

“I'm sorry, Fizz! I'm sorry!” Blitzø cries. “I'm sorry.” 

 

Fizz rubs his back and stands up, his robotic arms strong enough to hold him up. “Hey, it's okay, Blitzø. It's okay. You're good, you're so very good, sweetie.” Fizz promises. “It's okay.” 

 

Blitzø's still crying, but softer as Fizz comforts and rocks him gently. 

 

He walks upstairs and sits on the bed with Blitzø he only meant to stay until Blitzø was calm, but he stayed until they both fall fast asleep.

Notes:

That's right! I'm not dead!

Just been...very busy.

So hopefully you liked it!

This wasn't how I was planning to write this chapter exactly, but I needed some Blitzø crying because I kinda want to cry lol

Chapter 5: Week 1 Pt 4

Chapter by Geez43

Summary:

Daaaaaayumnn it's almost been a year since the last update. Hope yall didn't forget about me....

Anyway

This is just wrap up for week 1

Next chapter will be week 2

Blitzø woke up next to Fizz with dry tears staining his face, he can't believe he just cried like that in front of him! This is the second time he's cried in front of Fizz, that's more than he's cried in front of anyone in the last fifteen years! 

What was it about Fizz that made him so…vulnerable?

“Blitzø?”

Blitzø looks at Fizz. “Yeah?”

“Are you doing okay?” Fizz asks, sitting up and looking him over. 

Blitzø sits up. “Yeah…I think so. I'm sorry.” He says. 

“Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong.” Fizz says. “Would you like to talk about it?” 

Blitzø sighs. “I don't- I don't even know why I started crying…I just did.” He says. 

Fizz nods. “Okay, that's fine. You're okay.” Fizz says. “You're allowed to cry, I want you to be vulnerable and express yourself all you want. This is a safe place.” 

Blitzø nods. “Okay.” 

Fizz gets up and gestures for Blitzø to follow him. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” 

Blitzø is mortified by what happened and that his ex best friend had to see him like this, but he follows Fizz anyway. 

Fizz takes his hand and takes him to the bathroom. Once they're there Fizz grabs a washcloth, gets it wet, then starts to clean Blitzø’s face. 

“Ozzie will be back soon, he just texted me to let me know.” Fizz says. 

“Okay.” Blitzø says, looking to the side while Fizz continues to clean his face. 

“Is there anything you'd like to do tonight as a family?” Fizz asks. “We could play another game if you'd like.” 

Blitzø shrugs, he didn't not want to- yesterday was fun. But he also didn't want to think about when Ozzie and Fizz scolded him and took his phone. 

Fizz doing it was one thing, but Ozzie was another. 

“Blitzø?” Fizz asks. “Are you alright?” 

Blitzø nods. “Mhm.” 

“You're quiet…and you're never quiet.” Fizz says. 

“I want to play a game, yeah…” Blitzø says, looking away awkwardly. 

He's definitely acting more like a kid…Fizz wonders if he's actually regressed right now. “Okay…” 

“But, I-” Blitzø doesn't know how to say it. 

“What is it, buddy?” Fizz asks. “You can tell me.”

“Yesterday I got in trouble.” Blitzø says, crossing his arms. 

“Are you worried you'll get in trouble again?” Fizz asks. 

Blitzø shakes his head. “No…I just don't want to talk about it again.”

It took Fizz a second to think to understand what Blitzø was getting at. “Ohh. Are you worried that me or Ozzie will bring it up again?” He asks. 

Blitzø nods. Parents did that a lot, made him feel bad later for things he did when it came up. 

“We won't bring it up, I promise.” Fizz says. “You're allowed to act up, there are consequences sometimes but you're allowed to not be perfect. We're not mad at you.”

“No?” Blitzø asks. 

“Of course not. You did amazing today, kiddo. We're not gonna focus on yesterday, today is a clean slate. Okay?” Fizz asks him. 

Blitzø nods. “Okay.” He exhales in relief, that must have been eating at him. 

Fizz smiles. “Come here.” 

Blitzø smiles back and hugs Fizz close. 

“You okay now?” Fizz asks. 

Blitzø nods. “Mhm.” 

“Are you…small?” Fizz asks. 

Blitzø hums. “Maybe.” 

Fizz chuckles. “That's alright, let's go pick out a game to play tonight.” Fizz says, taking his hand and heading to the living room. 

 

_Later_

Asmodeus walked into the house about fifteen minutes later. “Froggy, Blitzø, I'm back.” Asmodeus says. 

“Hey, Ozzie!” Fizz greeted him and Blitzø had a game set up, Blitzø just couldn't wait to start playing, luckily the time it took them to set up was just enough time for Asmodeus to get back. 

Fizz has a feeling Blitzø isn't used to Ozzie yet, and he wants them to spend more time together. 

Ozzie is part of this too after all, maybe he could convince Ozzie to take next weekend off.

“I see you two are having fun.” Asmodeus says. “Is it alright if I join you?” 

Blitzø nods. “Okay, but I'm still the red piece!” Blitzø says. 

“No problem, I'll be miss peacock.’ Asmodeus says, sitting where the blue piece was. 

“Alright, Blitzø, would you like to go first?” Fizz asks. 

Blitzø grabs the dice and throws them onto the board. “I got ten!” Blitzø announces. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!”

Asmodeus looks at Fizz in awe of little Blitzø. He didn't expect Blitzø to regress so soon. 

“I accuse ...Mr Green, that's Fizz in the Hall with…uhm…” Blitzø taps his chin. “The Rope!” 

The game went on for a while, they ordered some Chinese takeout and for the most part it was a fairly quiet game. 

But now they were getting close to the end, most hints leading to Mr Green in the dining room but no one knew what the weapon was.

“Okay, okay. I think I got it.” Ozzie says. “It's Mr green….in the dining room with…the candlestick!”

Fizz looks at Blitzø, then shrugs. “I don't have any cards. You got any?” 

Blitzø smiles at Ozzie and slides a card over to him. 

Asmodeus gasps. “Are you- are you serious?” 

“What?” Fizz asks. 

“Mine turn! I accuse Miss Scarlet in the dining room with the candlestick!” Blitzø pulls the cards out of the confidential folder and sure enough, he was right. 

“You had the Mr green card the whole time!?” Fizz asks in shock. 

Blitzø chuckles evilly. “Hehe. Yeah.”

“You sneaky little-” Fizz tickles Blitzø who starts laughing. 

“Fizz! Stop it!” Blitzø laughs. 

Fizz does stop, also laughing. “You're very clever, Blitzø.” He says. 

“Very clever.” Asmodeus agrees, he checks the time and turns to the two. “Okay, kiddo. It's eight thirty so I think it's time to get ready for bed.” 

“But-”

“Blitzø,” Fizz interrupts. “If you get ready now we can read you a bedtime story tonight.” Fizz explains. “Would you like that?”

“I guess.” Blitzø says. “But I want to stay up longer.” He whines. 

“I know, but you have work tomorrow, and then you'll come back to play next weekend. Okay?” 

Blitzø sighs. “Fine.” 

Fizz smiles and hugs Blitzø. “Good job, kiddo. We're very proud of you.” 

Blitzø felt really happy to hear that, his frown quickly turned into a smile. 

 

_bedtime_

Once Blitzø was all ready for bed Asmodeus and Fizz tucked him in just like last time- it still felt weird- unnatural even for them to do that, he Is a big boy- uh, a grown up afterall. But he let them, it made them happy and…he doesn't really hate it.

“Goodnight, Blitzø.” Fizz kisses Blitzø's forehead. 

Asmodeus sets Blitzø's phone on the nightstand. “Night, Blitzø.” 

“Night.” Blitzø says, holding his plush horse tightly as he closes his eyes. 

He still didn't manage to get to sleep for a few hours, much like yesterday, but this time he didn't mind so much. Normally he'd be on his phone scrolling through memes, but tonight he just stayed up and talked to his horse plushie about the day. 

He had fun and wanted to talk about it. 

 

 

_Fizz and Ozzie_ 

Fizz and Asmodeus could hear him and knew he was up, but they didn't mind at all, so long as he was resting. 

“I think this is going really well.” Fizz says. 

“Seems to be, the fact that he's already regressed says a lot. You're doing great, Froggy.” Asmodeus says. 

“Thanks, Oz. I think next weekend we should step it up a bit though.” 

“What do you mean?” Asmodeus asks. 

“Well, I was hoping you could take off Saturday and Sunday.” Fizz says. “Blitzø needs to spend more time with you.”

“I can probably do that.” Ozzie says.

“Good, I think repeating this week's schedule is a good idea, taking it easy on day one and slowly implementing new things once he's more comfortable, eventually he'll trust us and we can help him live a much healthier life.” Fizz says.

Asmodeus exhales sharply. “You're certainly optimistic, Fizzy.”

 

Notes:

Next chapter hopefully won't take as long.

I've been stuck in bed so ill probably get time to write it all

What would ya'll want to see the most? Let me know!

I'd love some ideas

Chapter 6: Week 2 part 1

Chapter by Geez43

Summary:

Blitzø gets a little jealous that Asmodeus gets all Fizz's attention.

Fizz and Ozzie think of a plan to make this dynamic a bit better.

Blitzø hates to admit it, but he had a lot of fun with Fizz last week. 

It was weird…awkward- sort of humiliating and made him feel things he didn't want to try and figure out. But it wasn't awful. Maybe having Fizz there to comfort him and…treat him like that wasn't so bad. 

A while back Moxxie mentioned that he used him and Millie to satisfy his own need for intimacy. 

He has Stolas for the physical stuff…

M&M for the romantic stuff…

But with Fizz there was something more he could provide that Blitzø doesn't know how to describe, an intimacy that was more than friendship but also not sexual at all…

Not that he wouldn't be interested if Fizz wanted that, he would be! Oh fuck would he be interested! …But Fizz is in love with Ozzie, how the hell could he compete with the sin of lust? 

Somehow in one weekend Fizz has managed to change everything and nothing at the same time. 

The next few days went by as usual for the most part but Blitzø couldn't stop thinking about Fizz. Luckily he's pretty good at saving face and pretending everything was buisness as usual. 

Or maybe no one actually cared to notice if he acted any differently...

Moxxie and Millie only really focus on each other- he's just their boss. 

And Loona has her own life. She shouldn't and doesn't worry at all about him.

He does wonder sometimes how much people actually care and how many people would be better off without him. 

Fizz seems to be doing just fine without him, why did he even want him around? It made no sense. 

What did he gain from this? 

 

_Fizzarolli_

Fizz had a lot to prepare for!

Blitzø had made a lot of progress in only a couple of days, who knows what else they can accomplish, especially with Ozzie there!

Maybe he could help Blitzø open up a bit more? He already broke down and felt comfortable telling Fizz some of his insecurities, maybe he could help him open up about other things? And to other people. 

For example, Stolas so obviously loves Blitzø, why hasn't Blitzø done anything about that? He deserves happiness as much as anyone!

Was he not interested in Stolas? Or was Blitzø just insecure in their relationship? 

Maybe Blitzø isn't ready for one now, but he will be someday. And if Fizz can convince him that he's on his side no matter what, he'd be able to push himself to take more risks. 

But that's more of a long term plan. This week their focusing on Blitzø and Asmodeus. 

They need to bond- especially if Ozzie was to be one of his caregivers too. 

He and Fizz both wanted a little one to look out for- especially since their friend has one. (It would be so cute to set them up on a little playdate!) But they had to take things slow and prioritize what Blitzø needs rather than what they want. 

Fizz has some activities planned to help Blitzø and Asmodeus bond this weekend, they don't have a lot of time, so he has to make it count! 

He's so excited! 

 

_The weekend 2, Asmodeus and Fizz's place_

Blitzø arrived at Fizz and Asmodeus's place right after work. 

"Blitzø! You're here!" Fizz hugs him the second he opens the door and sees his friend. "This is gonna be great! We were just getting everything ready." 

"We?" Blitzø asks. 

“Yeah. Asmodeus took some time off so we can all hang out together.” Fizz tells him. 

“Oh.” Blitzø says simply. He's not entirely sure how to feel about that yet-

"Yeah, we need to spend more time as a family, don't you think?" Fizz asks. 

Blitzø shrugs, holding his arms anxiously. 

Fizz notices and takes his hands. "Hey, it's okay. There's no reason to be shy, kiddo." Fizz says. "Ozzie won't hurt you."

Blitzø wasn't shy! He just...wanted it to be just him and Fizz like last week. Why did Asmodeus have to be there? Doesn't he spend enough time with Fizz?

"Hey, Blitzø. How are you doing?" Asmodeus asks as they walk into the main room. 

"Fine." Blitzø says, gripping one of his arms with the opposite hand. It's a gesture Fizz notices Blitzø does whenever he's anxious. It's adorable. The fact he's doing it now shows that Fizz is right and he needs to get used to being around Oz.

"How about you go change and then we'll watch a movie?" Fizz suggests. 

Blitzø nods. "Okay." 

"Good job, kiddo." Fizz says. "Oh, if you have any weapons on you, just leave them on the table in the hallway, you don't really need those while you're here." Fizz tells him. 

Blitzø hums some version of "fine" as he walks up to what Fizz calls his room. 

 

_Movie_

When Blitzø came back downstairs, Fizz turned on a movie to watch while they waited for their food to arrive. Asmodeus ordered take out so no one had to worry about cooking.

Which meant Fizz and Asmodeus were both around...during the movie Fizz and Asmodeus sat next to each other- cuddling, talking and being all couple-y together so much Blitzø may aswell be hanging out with M&M!

He doesn't want to be- but he's a bit upset about this.  Asmodeus was getting all this love and attention from Fizz and he wasn't- and it sucks! Didn't Asmodeus get him all the time? couldn't he share Fizz just once? 

But then Blitzø realized...he doesn't have to just sit here and be ignored the whole time, he could play into the regression thing a bit more and get some extra love from Fizz.

Last week when Blitzø literally broke down crying, Fizz cuddled with him...for hours even! So, if he acts more regressed, Fizz will pay attention to him. 

Blitzø slowly moves from the chair he was sitting on and climbed up on the couch next to Fizz.

"Hey, buddy. You okay?" Fizz asks, resting a hand on Blitzø's head. 

"Mhm." Blitzø looked away from Fizz for a moment to play the part of being shy. (Which he played well because he kinda was...) "I was just feeling kinda..." He hesitates a bit- the action was genuine because he was second guessing if he really wanted to be this vulnerable. He may regret it later. 

"What?" Fizz asks, giving Blitzø his full attention. "You can tell me, Kiddo. I promise I won't judge you."

Oh, what the heck? He already regretted every single day of his life anyway, what's one more? "Feeling kinda lonely." He admits, mumbling softly.

"Aww." Fizz coos. Making Blitzø blush a little in embarrassment. He does regret it now- he turns away to leave but Fizz gently stops him and pulls him closer, setting Blitzø on his lap, then wrapping his arms around him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react that way." Fizz says. "I'm really proud of you for admitting that to me, it's very brave."

Fizz nuzzles him affectionately. "I'm sorry I wasn't giving you enough attention, sweetheart. I thought maybe you wanted some space." 

Blitzø doesn't respond, but instead he wraps his arms around Fizz's neck and holds him close. Enjoying the affection, doing his best not to make eye contact with Asmodeus who was right next to them. 

Blitzø can get a bit touched starved when he works a lot...and Stolas has been canceling their nights together lately so, what else was he supposed to do?

"I got you, kiddo." Fizz tells him, petting his head gently as Blitzø's tail swishes slowly.

Throughout the rest of the movie, Fizz holds him, Asmodeus sitting at Fizz's other side, seeming a bit suspicious of the 'little one'. 

 

_Later_

After the movie, their food arrived and so they ate with no problems.

Afterwards, they let Blitzø pick another movie since they only really had time for one more. 

Blitzø picked Spirit, a horse movie that Fizz knew he loved. (Which is why he bought it on DVD in the first place so it was always available.) And the little one didn't leave Fizz's side for a moment, talking through the movie and explaining why it's the best movie ever! (So adorable!)

By the end of the movie Blitzø had fallen asleep, still snuggling with Fizz. 

That's whrn Fizz and Ozzie turned off the movie and carried Blitzø to his room, tucking him into bed with a goodnight kiss from Fizz. 

"I'm pretty sure he hates me." Asmodeus says once they leave the little one's room. 

"Oh come on. He doesn't hate you. Why would you think that?" Fizz asks. 

"Is it not obvious to you that he's jealous whenever your attention isn't completely on him?" Asmodeus asks. 

"He's just sensitive." Fizz says. 

"And what about the fact that he's said less than five words to me all night?" Ozzie asks. 

"He's just not used to you yet, Oz. Come on. Tomorrow will be so much better, you'll see." Fizz reassures him. 

"Maybe." Asmodeus says. "But something tells me that there's more going on than Blitzø being shy." 

"Whatever it is, we'll handle it." Fizz tells him. "Blitzø can be a bit complicated but that's why he needs us!" Fizz takes Asmodeus's hand. "Come on, I have a lot planned for tomorrow, we should get some rest."

Notes:

Sorry it took so long to update just to get a small chapter like this!

The next will be more interesting and longer.

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