Headcanon: Blitzo Loves Being Picked Up

headcanon: blitzo loves being picked up

Obviously, if he doesn't like you, he doesn't want to be picked up. But if you're someone he halfway likes or trusts, and you pick him up? He's going to physically curl up like a scruffed kitten, while on the inside he'll relax. He really, really likes it. He doesn't even need to be cradled all tenderly or anything--you can hold him at arm's length and he'll enjoy it.

He might be a little weird, but would anyone expect anything well-adjusted or not weird from him?

(He will not admit this, though. Ever. To anyone).

"Be myself. Right. I don't know if you've noticed, Fizz, but myself? Kind of sucks." Blitz sighed and ran a hand over one of his horns, then shoved both hands into his pockets instead, not wanting to look so insecure.

"Thanks, though. I mean it. You're a good friend, and this talk... it means a lot. But hey, enough about my mopey bullshit." He would probably spontaneously combust if they stayed focused on his emotions anymore, so why not turn the focus onto Fizz? "What comes next for you and Ozzy? Like--you two already live together, right? You going to get married? Adopt a kid? All of... all of that?" Blitzo searched his sweet friend's precious face. "Cause I uh, I could see you two being pretty good parents. Loving. Really loving. Some lucky kid whose parents are gone.. they'd be winning the jackpot to get you two."

It's not like Fizz didn't want to be part of the conversation. It's just he hasn't been part of anything this messy in a long time. If anything Fizz really wanted to work things out with Blitz, for all times sake. For all the lost time sake. They did manage to talk a little bit back at the warehouse while dodging all the bad guys but there was still so much left to be said. But it gave a foundation for them to talk and start building everything up again.

Fizz was listening when Blitz finally spoke up, fixing his gaze at the other imp. The words hurt, Fizz could feel them slashing him internally. The think of Blitz even thinking he wouldn't deserve to be in Fizz's life was ridiculous. Not that he wasn't proud of being the most well known person in all across Hell, but he was still a humble imp who didn't think so all mighty of himself. Slowly he unwrapped his tail wile looking at Blitz with sad and concerned expression on his face. He took few steps closer.

"I have no idea where's you even come up with all that. If it was for me you'd have been in my life the whole time. Like I get you, the feeling is mutual. You were the only person who actually cared about me and having you in my life was the best thing ever!" Fizz wanted to just charge at Blitz and hug him. But he fought back for now. "We all fuck up, this is hell. If anyone is living a life without fucking something up they shouldn't be here. But we already talked about this. It was an accident, you didn't do it on purpose. Can you please, please just cut yourself some slack there. I'm not mad at you for what happened, and never will be again" yes he had been carrying the grudge for vain for the past 15 years. He knew Blitz didn't do it on purpose. The people who kept them apart were the ones on Fizz's list of anger. They'll get what they deserve.

"You are already doing it, Blitz. Just talking to me about this issue. Wanting to get things clear between us... I say you are up for a good start" there was a reassuring smile on Fizz's face as he slowly reached out to place hand on Blitz's shoulder. "I don't know why have you been hiding from your friends tho, is there any reasons for that?"

And then Oz was brought up and Fizz was visibly more shy about it. "Well you know, things tend to just happen. I didn't care about him for the first time we met, thanks to Mammon. He became a business partner and slowly I started seeing him in a different way and-.. you know, here we are. You really can't plan these things. Don't really know if I was helping you out with this matter" Fizz scratched his upper arm in awkward manner as he looked at Blitz. A small smile found it's way on the jesters face.

"Just be yourself, okay? I myself like you better this way" not that Fizz didn't like the sassy and smug side of Blitz, oh no he did quite enjoy Blitz all the way he wanted to act. But seeing him opening up with a difficult subject like this, it just warmed the jesters little heart.

This moment. This face. This is when I fell unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Blitzo. He is the worst employer ever, but wow, wow, I love this character and his dumb face and his dumb brain and his dumb lines and just. He's great. "Daddy likey dummy!" Like?? He said that and I lost it and am now eternally in love with this show.

for @moonlightsdew -- okay, this is probably going to end in tears, buuuuut... starter for Adam! Because Adam and Blitzo? What could possibly go wrong!

After a thoroughly shitty week at I.M.P, Blitzo was done. He was done, he was cranky, and while he probably could just go hide at home, drink, and not worry about anything, he wasn't in the mood for that. (Anymore. He had definitely gotten a start on the booze and, unfortunately, didn't let anyone know he was going out). Why worry? Everything was garbage. Life was pointless when you were just born to be an evil waste of space, and Stolas didn't love him, and Fizzie was so strong and good but not by choice, and Moxxie and Millie were just too precious for Hell and--

Why sit at home and cry when you could go out on the streets and cause problems on purpose?

Which was exactly what he was doing. But after picking a series of fights, he knew he was too sober: he won the fights and was able to walk away. He definitely needed to find some shitty little dark hole to hide in where he could get drunk enough to get his ass kicked, because this wasn't working. So, a little bruised and battered but unfortunately no worse for the wear, feeling bitchy and pissy and sorry for himself, Blitzo stalked into a sad little drinking den. Definitely not a speakeasy--those tended to have some level of class--this was the kind of place one never took their friends to, and sure as fuck didn't admit to knowing about--a place for losers and monsters.

And right now, he felt like both.

After getting a shot of some crappy liquor claiming to 'taste just like Valentino's Venom!', because who didn't want to suck moth face, the imp went over to one of the two sticky, cramped, pathetic little booths in the corner. There was another guy there, someone just radiating leave-me-alone energy, or so Blitzo interpreted him... which meant he absolutely had to fuck with him.

"You look like you suck," he said, sliding in to sit across from Adam. Er, attempting to slide. "Fuck, why are these seats so sticky?"

"Oh, uh. Thanks," Blitzo said, trying not to look or sound too skeptical as this person helped him up off the ground. Just because he'd been kicked out of a passing van didn't mean he needed help, did it? But he didn't want to be rude...

Well, no. He did kind of want to be rude, because he was cranky, but that wasn't this little guy's fault.

The imp let go of the stranger's hand as quickly as he could once on his feet, then brushed himself off and pulled some wet newspaper off of his head. He made a face and tossed it aside, then looked back at the guy helping him out--and grinned.

"Well you're a cutie. Nice cosplay, by the way. Lucifer, am I right? Does the big guy know there's someone out here dressed up like him? I actually already have a home here, but hey, if you're offering someplace to crash, I could stand to lie low for a few days."

"Welcome! Make yourself at home because you're about to spend eternity here!"

Sure, he was the "devil" but he didn't seem to bad right?

"Here, let me help you up!" Lucifer offered a hand, grin creeping up on his face.

Blitzo hadn't entirely been listening as Moxxie rambled on. His eyes had gone half-closed and he'd sort of slumped over into a more comfortable--if undignified--lean. He enjoyed the sound of Moxxie's voice. Even as shrill as it could sometimes get, there was something perpetually reassuring about Moxxie. The more he babbled on, the better things usually were.

And so at that sudden mid-sentence silence? Blitzo's eyes had opened wide and he had frozen, spray paint in one hand, going just as perfectly still as Moxxie was--

Until Moxxie spat it out. A spider? Huh. Blitzo turned his face up and grinned at the spider. "Fuck, Moxxie, inside voices, huh?

"A brown recluse? Is that even an okay thing to say? Sounds a little racist if you ask me. Really, Mox, you gotta come up with better names for these things. Like, this could be a Betty. Don't you think? She looks like a Betty. Actually--yeah. I've dated a Betty. And she does look just like them." As he chatted, he reached up and took hold of the spider's silk thread, breaking it. As the spider dangled, he held the strand of silk carefully, trying not to jostle her. Easy enough to just crush a spider, but fuck. She was alive, wasn't she? Why take that away? Wasn't like they were getting paid for it, and she wasn't some awful human--just some terrifying monster, ugly to most, born into a role she didn't ask for and couldn't change.

Not that Blitzo empathized. Really. Pffff....

With more care than he usually bothered to show to anyone--at all, ever--Blitzo put the spider on one of the nearby shelves, settling her down on a coil of rope.

"There you go, pretty. Fuck off." He brushed his hands off and settled back into where he'd been sitting, then looked over at Moxxie with the kind of grin that promised he was about to be insufferable. While he could say something sincere, like "you're right, there are better games to play; we played the Truth side of Truth or Dare way too much that time we were drugged," he went with:

"I spy, with my little eye, an imp who loooooves me. Don't even deny it, Moxxie. You love me. You don't want me to get bitten by a spider. You know what? Sometimes, I think I see what Millie sees in you."

After their target went down without a hitch, it had been nice to see that the resort was full of what appeared to be harmless, happy sinners. Some maybe even future ‘winners.’ And their children. Moxxie could never bring himself to think of human children as sinners or winners. But the imps had to hide. Lest they be thrown around again or mistaken for aliens or woodland critters.

Blitzo’s words interrupted Moxxie’s introspection. He stopped clicking the fidget toy he had and pocketed it, not wanting to annoy his boss with the sound.

“A g-game? Oh, to pass the time? Right– Not a bad idea. Ha,” he kept his worries about what might be the hold up with the portal to himself. With Millie out sick today his usual emotional support anchor was not there. He had to self-regulate.

“Maybe not so much…Truth or Dare, though,” he gestured. “Don’t think there’s much we can dare each other to do in our situation anyways. Something like ‘I Spy’ or ‘Would You Rather’? You know, um. Less action –” he froze, petrified in what looked like abject terror.

The little spider lowering itself on a web just above Blitzo seemed to cause Moxxie to lock up.

“Blitz– Be Careful!! It might be a BROWN RECLUSE!” he whispered. Or attempted to whisper. It was one of those attempts that ended up making the speaker louder than their usual voice. And with Moxxie’s already boyish timbre, he was practically squeaking. He was not scampering away though, instead gesturing above Blitzo’s head frantically so Blitzo could see. With Blitzo in danger of being bit, he would not disappear. Not yet, anyways. As soon as that particular spider was gone, that was a different story.