Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Prom Night Dance Fever

The imp trio returned to school, and it didn't take long for the buzz about Blitzo and Fizzarolli's adventures to spread like wildfire. The chatter and whispers of their classmates were an undeniable testament to their newfound fame.

Fizzarolli, being the more animated of the two, found himself at the center of attention. Their classmates, some of whom had been lucky enough to attend the Mammon concert, regaled the stories of the spectacular performance they had witnessed. Others who had watched the spectacle on TV couldn't stop talking about how Blitzo and Fizz stole the show.

In the midst of it all, Barbie seized the opportunity to enhance her own popularity. She didn't shy away from flaunting her close connection to Blitzo and Fizz, boasting about how she had been there at the concert, too.

The school corridors were abuzz with chatter, and the conversations were filled with snippets of what they'd seen and heard about the iconic concert. Barbie, standing at the center of a small crowd, smiled with an air of self-importance as she declared, "You know, I was right there at the concert with Blitzo and Fizz. We practically know Mammon, too!"

Her fellow students, hungry for any morsel of connection to the famous imps, listened intently as Barbie recounted her experience. The envy and admiration in their eyes were unmistakable, and Barbie relished in the attention, savoring her newfound popularity.

Blitzo and Fizzarolli, while enjoying their time in the spotlight, shared knowing glances as they watched Barbie navigate the intricate web of school politics with finesse. Their adventures with Mammon had brought a whirlwind of attention and excitement into their lives, and they couldn't help but chuckle at the amusing dynamics that were unfolding at their school.

As the news of the upcoming school's Hallows Eve Prom circulated, it seemed like every student, regardless of gender, was vying for a chance to ask the two imps who had performed with Mammon to be their date. Love letters and bouquets of flowers arrived daily, making their lives feel like a whirlwind of affection.

Blitzo reveled in the attention, loving every moment of it. He eagerly opened each letter and admired each bouquet, delighted by the affections showered upon him. "Fizz," he exclaimed one morning, holding up a bouquet of blood-red roses, "just look at this! Isn't it sweet?"

But while Blitzo enjoyed the fanfare, Fizzarolli was growing increasingly unsettled. He couldn't deny that he liked being popular, but the sheer number of admirers throwing themselves at him was starting to feel overwhelming. He confided in Blitzo, his voice tinged with anxiety, "Blitzo, it's great that people like us, but this is just a bit too much."

Blitzo, his signature grin ever present, tried to ease Fizz's concerns. "Come on, Fizz, it's just a sign that we made a big impression. You should be happy that everyone loves us now."

Fizzarolli clarified, his brow furrowing, "I do like that, Blitzo, but having people so obsessed with me, it's a bit creepy."

Sensing Fizz's unease, Blitzo decided to playfully tease him by picking up one of the letters. He read it aloud in a melodramatic, fangirl-like voice, "Oh, Fizzarolli, your eyes are like twin stars in the abyss. Your voice is a siren's call, and your every move is poetry. I've followed your career since the Mammon concert, and I can't bear to be without you. Please, let me be your one and only."

As he finished reading, Fizzarolli cringed visibly, his skin tingling with unease. "See, Blitzo? That's what I mean. It's flattering, but also kind of creepy."

Blitzo, while understanding Fizz's perspective, couldn't help but sympathize with his admirers. "I get it, Fizz, but you know, I hate to reject all these sweet demons who are so into us."