Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

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Blitzo's world was turned upside down when his mother broke the news. He and his sister Barbie were going to stay at their grandmother's old house, taking a break from the circus and their father, Buckzo. It was a sudden and shocking decision.

"Is it permanent?" Blitzo asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "Will I see Fizzarolli again?"

Tilla knelt down to look into her son's eyes and gently assured him, "No, Blitzo, it's not permanent. You'll see Fizzarolli again soon. We just need some time away, that's all."

Before their departure, Blitzo couldn't bear to leave Fizzarolli without a proper farewell. He knew how downcast his friend felt about the situation, and he was determined to make their parting a little less painful. Blitzo carefully approached Fizzarolli, who stood there with a heavy heart.

In a gentle and affectionate gesture, Blitzo leaned in and planted a soft, tender peck on Fizzarolli's cheek, mirroring the sweet goodbye he had received earlier. Fizzarolli's face flushed with a deep blush, the warmth of the moment flooding his heart. His smile, once tinged with sadness, now stretched from ear to ear.

"I'll be back, Fizz," Blitzo promised with a warm smile, hoping to reassure his best friend.

Fizzarolli, overcome with a mixture of emotions, eagerly waved goodbye to Blitzo, his previous sorrow replaced by a sense of anticipation for their reunion. It was a bittersweet farewell, but one that held the promise of brighter days to come.

As Blitzo's family departed, Buckzo watched the scene unfold with mixed feelings. He couldn't ignore the consequences of his actions, the circus now quieter without Blitzo and Barbie. He turned to Fizzarolli, acknowledging the change in their circumstances.

"Looks like it's just you and me for now," Buckzo remarked, his voice tinged with both responsibility and regret.

Fizzarolli, still resentful of the situation and knowing that his friend's departure was partly his fault, scowled at Cash. He couldn't find it in himself to forgive the man who had caused so much pain. With a defiant spirit, Fizzarolli stuck his tongue out at Buckzo and dashed away, leaving Cash to grumble in annoyance.

In the wake of his family's departure, Buckzo was left to grapple with the profound consequences of his actions, the once-vibrant circus now cast in a shadow of its former self.

The passage of time had only deepened the shadows cast by Tilla and the twins' absence from Buckzo's circus. Like a relentless storm, bad press and vicious rumors swirled around the once-thriving spectacle, a tempest that refused to be quelled.

Amidst the turmoil, Barbie's unparalleled talent still managed to draw in pockets of audiences. And although he had been reluctant to admit it, Blitzo had honed his skills as a performer, contributing to the circus's modest profits. However, with the twins gone, Buckzo couldn't ignore the fact that his star attractions had vanished into the night. The circus, once a shining beacon in the underworld, now solely relied on Fizzarolli's performances to maintain its existence.

But Fizzarolli had reached his breaking point with Buckzo's oppressive behavior. He refused to bow to the circus owner's whims any longer, putting up a fierce resistance. He adamantly declared that he would not set foot on stage unless his dear friend, Blitzo, was with him, a stand that only fueled the fire of bad press and sent the circus spiraling deeper into oblivion.

Weeks turned into a relentless march of time, and the circus was sinking further into obscurity. Cash Buckzo, plagued by panic and helplessness, found himself at a crossroads, unable to find a solution to salvage the situation. Desperation gnawed at him as he wracked his brain for answers.

Then, one fateful day, in a secluded corner of the circus grounds that he rarely frequented, Buckzo stumbled upon a small shrine, an altar dedicated to his family. His heart ached with the memories of happier times, and he realized that it was his pride and selfishness that had led to this moment of reckoning.

Setting aside his arrogance, Buckzo was forced to confront a painful truth. He understood what he had to do if he wanted to reunite his family and breathe life back into his circus. It was a decision he despised, one that bruised his ego and wounded his pride, but he knew, deep down, that it was the only path left to him.

Despite Buckzo's best efforts to win Tilla back, his romantic gestures and repeated attempts at apologizing were not having the desired effect. From Tilla's perspective, his actions seemed desperate, misguided, and aimed more at getting her to return to work with him than at genuinely reconciling.

One day, as Tilla cast yet another bouquet of flowers into the trash alongside several others she had received over the past few weeks, she couldn't help but feel annoyed by her husband's persistent attempts. Groaning in frustration, she lamented to Barbie, "This is the fourth bouquet he's sent this week."

Barbie, curious about her mother's apparent dislike for the flowers, asked, "Mom, why don't you like the flowers?"

Tilla, her voice tinged with exasperation, explained, "Barbie, your dad made a really bad decision by hurting Blitzo. Distracting me with gifts isn't going to fix it. What I want is for him to apologize, especially to Blitzo. Until he figures that out, his gifts are going straight in the trash."

Barbie nodded in understanding, her eyes filled with determination. "You're right, Mom. If I ever had a boyfriend like that, I'd do the same."

Tilla smiled, holding her daughter close and sharing a genuine laugh. It was moments like these that reminded her of the importance of family.

In the midst of this warm and touching family moment, Blitzo, with his eyes shining brightly, entered the room with a small but heartfelt offering in hand. He presented his mother with a drawing he had carefully created just for her, a genuine smile gracing his face.

Tilla's smile widened as she accepted the drawing, her heart warmed by her son's thoughtful gesture. She gently cradled the artwork in her hands, admiring the effort and care he had put into it. The drawing was a depiction of a beautiful horse, one of many that Blitzo had sketched for her over time.

With pride and happiness, Tilla encouraged her son to place the new drawing on the refrigerator, knowing that it would join the growing collection of his equine creations. As Blitzo eagerly made his way to the kitchen, the refrigerator's surface came into view, a canvas adorned with a multitude of pictures of horses, each drawn with love and dedication.

While Blitzo's offerings may not have been grand or extravagant gestures, they carried a wealth of sincerity and warmth. They were the tangible expressions of a son who cherished his family deeply and wanted to bring joy to his mother's life, one drawing at a time.