Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Making Breakfast... And Failing

In the lavish surroundings of Asmodeous's mansion, the morning sun bathed the opulent rooms in a warm glow. Blitzo and Fizzarolli, having spent the night after their heartfelt confessions, woke up to a new day filled with promise.

Fizz, feeling inspired by the romantic atmosphere, decided to surprise Blitzo with breakfast. He tiptoed into the mansion's well-equipped kitchen, determined to showcase his culinary skills. Or, in reality, the lack thereof.

Fizzarolli, armed with an apron and a misguided sense of confidence, started scrambling eggs, or at least attempting to. As he whisked the eggs with enthusiasm, he managed to send a few rogue eggs flying across the kitchen.

Blitzo, drawn by the commotion, entered the kitchen just in time to witness Fizz's culinary escapade. "Hey, babe, what's cookin'?" he quipped.

Fizz, with a wide grin, replied, "Breakfast, my love! I thought I'd whip up something special for you."

Blitzo raised an eyebrow, skeptical but amused. "Special? Should I be worried?"

Fizz, unfazed, continued his cooking catastrophe. He moved on to the toaster, intending to make toast. However, in his distracted state, he managed to set the toaster on fire.

Blitzo's eyes widened, "Fizz, I think your toast is a little too well-done."

Fizzarolli turned to see the flaming toaster, panic flashing in his eyes. "Oh, uh, I got this!"

But he clearly didn't. The flames grew larger, and the situation escalated.

Blitzo, ever quick on his feet, rushed forward and grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher. With a swift motion, he aimed and sprayed, putting out the fiery spectacle.

Asmodeous, hearing the ruckus, sauntered into the kitchen, looking unimpressed. "What on earth is happening here?"

Blitzo, playing it cool, pointed at the smoking toaster. "Just a little cooking mishap, you know, the usual."

Fizz, slightly embarrassed, added, "I just wanted to make Blitzo a nice breakfast."

Asmodeous sighed, retrieving another fire extinguisher as if it were a common occurrence. "Fizzarolli, I've said it before and I'll say it again. You are banned from cooking in my kitchen. This is why."

He expertly extinguished the remaining smoldering embers. Blitzo, trying to suppress his laughter, patted Fizz on the back. "Well, babe, you tried."

Fizz, looking at the now extinguished toaster, sighed in defeat. "Yeah, maybe I'll stick to something simpler next time."

Asmodeous shook his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I should have known better."

With the lingering scent of extinguisher foam in the air, Asmodeous, with a theatrical sigh, decided it was best to leave the kitchen in the capable hands of professionals—professionals being anyone other than Fizzarolli. Ordering breakfast from a nearby restaurant seemed like a safer bet.

As the trio sat down to eat, the atmosphere shifted from comedic disaster to a more relaxed setting. The aroma of freshly delivered food filled the room as Blitzo and Fizzarolli enjoyed a quiet, laughter-filled breakfast.

Amidst the casual banter, Blitzo's gaze grew distant, his mind occupied by thoughts of Barbie. Fizz, noticing the change, asked, "Hey, Blitz, something on your mind?"

Blitzo sighed, placing his fork down. "Yeah, Fizz. I've been trying to find Barbie online, but there's nothing. No trace. Not on any social media, not even her email. It's like she's vanished."

Fizzarolli's expression mirrored Blitzo's concern. "I noticed the same thing. No replies, no updates, nothing. It's like she dropped off the face of hell."