What Common Conflicts Appear In Moxxie X Beelzebub Fanfiction Stories?

Mostly it's about the culture clash. Moxxie's got his whole prideful, theatrical mafia background, and Beelzebub is just... a force of nature. Stories either focus on the outside pressure from Hell's elite disapproving, or they go inward, with Moxxie trying to impose rules on a relationship that fundamentally can't have any. The fun is watching the implosion.

Honestly, I find most conflicts in these fics pretty repetitive. It's always 'lawful vs. chaotic' or 'how will hell society react?' I'd love to see someone get weirder with it. What if the conflict was about something trivial but deeply personal to them? Like, Moxxie trying to teach Beelzebub to appreciate a specific, intricate form of classical music composition, and Beelzebub just... doesn't get it, not out of malice but because the concept of structured beauty is physically painful to their chaotic essence. The frustration isn't about grand politics but this tiny, insurmountable gap in how they perceive reality. Or flip it: Beelzebub offers Moxxie something he thinks is a gift—a truly infinite buffet—and Moxxie has a meltdown because the lack of menu planning and etiquette is offensive. The conflict isn't about them being caught; it's about them being utterly, comically unable to speak the same emotional language, even if they somehow care. That's more interesting to me than another 'Crimson finds out' plot.

The biggest conflict I keep running into isn't even in the stories themselves; it's the logistical hurdle of making it believable. Beelzebub's entire thing is gluttony and flies—it's gross, it's visceral. Moxxie is a neat freak who loves opera. Where's the middle ground? A lot of authors force it through supernatural means or outright character distortion, which loses the appeal. The more successful fics I've enjoyed lean into the horror or dark comedy of it. One had Moxxie accidentally becoming a prophet of decay just by being near Beelzebub too long, his cherished weapons rusting and his sheet music dissolving. The conflict became his desperate attempt to hold onto his identity while being literally consumed by the Sin's aura. Another framed it as a reluctant, transactional alliance against a common enemy, where the tension came from the slow, unsettling realization that they were starting to understand each other's alien thought processes. The central conflict stops being 'will they or won't they' and becomes 'can these two concepts even coexist without one destroying the other?' That's where the good stuff is.

Exploring the conflict in Moxxie and Beelzebub fanfiction often hinges on the sheer improbability of their dynamic, which is exactly what makes it so fun to write. You've got this rigid, by-the-book imp from a violent but oddly structured mafia family paired with the literal chaotic, fly-ridden Prince of Gluttony. The most common tension naturally springs from their diametrically opposed natures—Moxxie’s need for order, respect, and artistic expression clashing against Beelzebub's realm of endless, mindless consumption and decay.

A lot of stories I've seen dive into the political nightmare such a pairing would cause in Hell's hierarchy. Think about it: a low-ranking Imp from the Pride Ring consorting with a Sin ruler? That's a recipe for external conflict, with other Sins, Moxxie's father Crimson, or even Blitzo’s I.M.P. crew causing problems. Internally, writers love to play with the idea of Beelzebub being intrigued by Moxxie's strange form of 'integrity' or his musical talent, something wholly alien to their domain, while Moxxie is simultaneously horrified and fascinated by the raw, unfiltered power and nihilism Beelzebub represents. It's less about romance and more about a bizarre, cosmic study in contrasts.

Some fics try to bridge the gap through shared outcast status—Moxxie never fitting in with violent imps, Beelzebub perhaps being bored or lonely atop the food chain—but the core friction is always that fundamental incompatibility. The endings vary wildly from tragic to strangely sweet, depending on how much the author wants to bend the canon personalities.