Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Just Go For It

A few days after Blitzo and Fizzarolli's show for Mammon and Asmodeous, the circus was buzzing with anticipation. Today was Fizzarolli's birthday, and it seemed like the entire circus was treating it as a grand celebration. Streamers adorned the tents, and the air was filled with laughter and excitement. It was clear that Fizz's birthday was a big deal in this close-knit community.

Blitzo couldn't help but notice the stark contrast to how his own birthdays had been largely ignored throughout his life. Envy tried to creep in, but he quickly pushed it aside. This day was all about his best friend, and he refused to let jealousy overshadow Fizz's special day.

In his room, Blitzo sat surrounded by a chaotic mess of crumpled-up papers. He had been trying to write a heartfelt letter for Fizzarolli, but there was one glaring problem. His struggle with reading and writing had always been a source of insecurity and embarrassment, and he hated that it held him back from expressing his feelings adequately.

He groaned in frustration, knowing how much Fizz meant to him and how he wanted to make this day unforgettable. Blitzo tossed another crumpled piece of paper aside, feeling the weight of his shortcomings. He didn't want to disappoint his friend.

Then, in a moment of inspiration, an idea sparked in Blitzo's mind. It was an idea he was initially hesitant to embrace due to his embarrassment.

Blitzo knew that he needed help with the letter for Fizz, and there was only one person he could think of who could assist him. With determination in his eyes, he made his way to the heart of the circus, where his mother Tilla usually resided.

He found Tilla in her cozy, dimly lit tent, working on some minor repairs to one of her dresses. Her eyes lit up when she saw her son entering. "Blitzo, what can I do for you?"

Blitzo hesitated for a moment, his voice quivering with vulnerability. "Mom, I... I need your help with something."

Tilla set aside her work and smiled warmly at her son, sensing that he was wrestling with something important. "Of course, darling. What's on your mind?"

Blitzo sighed, his inner turmoil evident. "It's Fizz's birthday, and I want to write him a letter, but... you know I'm not good with words."

Tilla's expression softened, and she patted the space next to her, inviting Blitzo to sit down. "Come here, Blitzo. I'll help you."

Blitzo took a seat, grateful for his mother's understanding. After looking around briefly to make sure no one was listening, he whispered what he wanted to say to Fizz.

Tilla listened intently, her eyes reflecting the love and affection she felt for her son. Once Blitzo finished sharing his thoughts, she smiled knowingly.

"Alright, Blitzo," Tilla said gently, "I've got it. I'll write this for you."

She took a piece of parchment and began to write down Blitzo's heartfelt words. Her hand moved gracefully across the page, her penmanship elegant and precise. Once she was done, she reached into a nearby box and took out a heart-shaped sticker. With a flourish, she sealed the letter with the sticker, making sure to write on top, "Fizz's eyes only," with the word "only" underlined for emphasis.

Tilla handed the letter back to Blitzo, who accepted it with a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Mom. You're the best."

Blitzo looked down at the sealed letter, hoping that Fizz would appreciate the words within. Tilla could see the worry in her son's eyes and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You did great, Blitzo. Fizz will love it," she assured him.

Tilla then reached up to the collar she wore, a striking red skull adorning it. She unclasped it and handed it to Blitzo. "Here, take this."