(Better Than Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwiches In Bed With Stols, Huh? Lol :)

(Better than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in bed with Stols, huh? lol :)

"Hey, nothin' is better than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in bed with my bird. But like... fuck. I mean, Peter's kind of-- that was sort of-- he's--

"If anyone ever fucks with him, or tries to hurt him, I will end them. That angel is mine, and I don't care if I have to take out all of Heaven to protect him," he growled, lowering his head. "He's worth protecting."

Blitz tried to respond to the text--and failed. His claws went right through the phone. Apparently, while he was absurdly strong for an imp, he was Strong as a Goetia. Swearing, he threw the handful of pieces against the wall and went to curl up on the couch. This was fine. It was fine. It wasn't like, you know, the worst thing ever or anything like that. He was fine! Everything was fine.

The second he heard Moxxie's familiar footsteps, Blitz rushed over and opened the door--and had to wait, because apparently Moxxie wasn't actually on his floor yet. Right. Fuck. He could hear everything right now. So wait he did--but the moment he saw Moxxie, he breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over, and hugged him--accidentally picking him up, way up, in the process. Glossy black feathers with red tips, a disc of tiny white feathers for a face, big feathery tufts instead of ears or horns, Blitz didn't look like himself in the slightest.

"Mox, what the fuck do I do? There's got to be like some kind of fucked up punishment for impersonating a Goetia, right? If it's magic, it'll just fade away? Right?"

By now Moxxie was used to Blitzo's spelling. So he got through the text with ease and picked up on his boss' frantic tone. By the time he was finished reading it, he had already gathered his keys and pulled on a some clothes to head out. Millie was peacefully curled up in bed and snoring so he didn't bother her, instead planning on texting her when he was out. He texted Blitzo back.

I'm headed over. try not to do anything yet ok? we can figure something out.

How did this happen first of all?

He had to catch a rideshare to get to Blitzo's place but he would be there soon. In the meantime, Blitzo might be able to explain what was going on. It didn't sound like it made sense to Moxxie where he was standing but maybe with some context?

❝ We should go on a date! Where would you like to go, Blitzy~? We can do anything your heart desires! ❞

"Wait, anything?" Blitz asked, immediately turning and looking up at Stolas, his attention completely shifting. He'd been waiting in line for Loona--literally for her, she had commandeered him and instructed him to hold a spot in line for some concert for her--and had somehow conned Stolas into joining him. Until now, Blitz had been enjoying commenting on the outfits of all the people around them, but now it was like the world fell away.

Immediately shifting gears, he took Stolas by both hands and tugged him close, leaning his whole body against Stolas's legs, his chin on his hip, looking up with (mischievous) adoration. "Big words, pretty-bird. You sure you want me to hold you to 'em? Cause I think..." Blitz shoved the top of his nose against Stolas's belly, huffed, then planted his chin right back on him, "that you and me should play laser-tag. Not against each other though. Team shit. You and me against the world? I bet we'd be amazing together."

for @toranoya continued from here, because St Peter apparently decided that today is the day to absolutely wreck Blitz's shit, and I am cackling, I love it

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"Oh, you... um..." Blitz's eyes widened and he took a small step back as Peter approached, saying those things. What had started off as something fun and ridiculous had suddenly morphed into something the imp was in no way prepared for, as a new concept crashed down upon him like a ton of bricks.

Peter watched him? Knew him? Was paying attention--to him? Why? Wasn't his job to watch over humans, people who actually had souls, whose choices meant something? Wasn't he supposed to just gatekeep the Sinners and the Winners, and not care about anything else? Wasn't that what Heaven did? The imp's eyes had somehow managed to get wider still, because the thought that anyone, anyone up top was actually paying attention not just to imps, but to him? That was breaking open a lot of things inside, cracking walls Blitz had so carefully constructed, shining light into dark places he had tried so hard to forget.

Panicking, heart breaking in ways he didn't understand, eyes burning with tears he refused to allow to fall, Blitz nonetheless managed (finally) to put on a smarmy grin, step close, and walk his fingertips slowly up Peter's chest.

"Hey, babe, if you're into watching me... Can't say I blame you. Everybody needs a little distraction now and then, and I'm good at distracting."

This was good. This was better. Better to play at filth than to admit, even to himself, that Peter's dangerous words had just lit the fuse on a kind of yearning Blitz had never known, couldn't possibly understand, and didn't possess the tools to handle. The caring of Heaven had never once been on the table for him. Caring from anyone was relatively new to him, something he was only recently letting himself begin to learn. But that question--he had to believe Peter was lying, fucking with him, that the guy really didn't know anything about his life, and definitely didn't care. Because the alternative?

The alternative might break everything.

The Goetia's eyes were black, rich and deep and dark enough that all light seemed to flow into them, as if it was made only to be lost into those dangerous depths. All the same, when he smiled it seemed sincere enough. He looked Angel up and down, made a soft little clicking sound--one Angel would doubtless recognize as an assessment followed by disappointment and judgement--before he looked to the imp with him.

"I recognize you, Blitz. I've seen you quite often, at Lacerate. It's an honor to see you here as well. If you would ever enjoy a private tour? Find me at either of my offices; it will be my pleasure to show you around." Before the imp could answer, the tall, shimmering Goetia laid a hand on his shoulder, leaned down, and whispered something to him--

And Blitz's expression went entirely blank. For a moment there, he might have been a doll, he was so inanimate. Tears came to his eyes--and he snapped out of it. Blitz shook himself, pulled free of Vepar, and looked up at him with a furious, heartbroken, desperate sort of defiance. For a moment, he looked like he was going to snap at him, to say something really, really fucking stupid--but he couldn't do it. Instead, he hesitated--

And nodded.

"Thanks," he said quietly, frowning. "For--all of it. Thanks."

Vepar touched a hand to his chest. "My pleasure. It is always a joy to see one within whom wonder and joy remain. Have a wonderful visit, Blitz." He bowed his head ever so slightly to the imp, then glided off, moving smoothly as he disappeared into the crowd.

Blitz fought the urge to watch him go, struggling to come back to himself. Finally, after shaking himself again, he looked back up at Angel. "Uh... fuck. Where were we? What uh--you wanna go, say fuck this place? What do you like to do?"

Other kid? There was another kid!? Angel knew he shouldn't be panicked - this was a fucking first date, it wasn't like they were exchanging vows. But there would always be the thought that kids would be brought into his life - even if the kids were older. And Angel wasn't exactly the best role model, was he? Things that he was aimlessly thinking about, as the imp ran from tank to tank.

Angel wasn't all that amused, if only because these were naturally things he had seen before plenty of times. Some of them were pretty, though he found it amusing that a Hell-quarium would have the most boring of fish. His eyes did light up a bit seeing things like florescent jellyfish or angelfish - fish they didn't have in the Hudson. Though the enthusiasm certainly didn't match that of Blitz. If anything, his own joy came from simply watching how excited the other got.

At the other's comment, Angel was opening his mouth to speak, until he heard the other voice interrupting. His eyebrow raised, spinning to look at the bird-like male, upper set of arms crossed over his chest. Unlike Blitz, he didn't have any real interactions with the Ars Goetia, and hardly gave a fuck that they were royalty. "...do yeh' just happen t' always be hidin' in th' shadows waitin' f' people t' mention yeh'?" It had seemed awfully odd that the man would suddenly appear, as if being summoned.

Wait, could Ars Goetia be summoned? Fuck if he knew.

Blitz seemed way more tense than he did for reasons that Angel didn't fully understand, one of his lower hands grabbing at the imps, feeling how warm he was. He couldn't help but to snort in amusement at Blitz' absolutely crass commentary, squeezing his hand to silently tell him to behave, before Angel shrugged. "That's what we were doin', before yeh' showed up." He hummed, though he waved his one free hand.

"Though gotta say, they ain't much of sights if yeh' tryin' t' appeal t' sinners, too. Trout and salmon are things yeh' see more on th' dinner table than in an exhibit." He was being a bit sassy, but. "Now if yeh'll excuse us, we were kind of in th' middle a' somethin'."

Fuck. Why was he always so nervous about this guy? Blitz's resentment faded away as this man erased any worries that this was just about class. Eclipse was nice. Genuinely nice. There was a reason people liked him. Shit, Blitz knew a sweet incubus named Yves who was head over heels for the guy, despite having never actually spoken to him... Which, the imp thought with sudden delight, was maybe a situation he could help with.

"You know, maybe in exchange for spelling lessons, I could give you something pretty valuable... like the phone number of a guy who thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but he's shy as shit. He's been through rough times recently--I can't say what happened to him, not my story to tell--but apparently he saw you and was like, magical Disney moment, sparkling hearts in the air, absolutely entranced. We talked about you for like an hour at a club recently. I tried getting him to man up and go find you, but he's like, you know. Like I said. Shy as shit. I mean, I'll ask him first, make sure he's cool with it, but like... you've got a secret admirer out there, and he's fuckin' cute.

"How you been, anyway?" He rubbed his face against Eclipse's hand, loving that this guy understood that petting was always a good idea, and felt himself relaxing, his blood pressure just easing off down to a calm, contented place it rarely was.

Beak was curled into a very knowing smirk. Eclipse knew he looked good, and he could see that moment of his tease getting to Blitz. He might be quick to hide it, but he saw right through that mask.

"Oh Blitz, you know you can just call me sexy." Though he did enjoy being called handsome. Resisting the urge to caress the imp's cheek as part of this little play. "Oh yes, that. I've seen how poorly you write. And your texts...from what I know, you grew up in the circus? So it makes sense for you to not have been properly educated."

A wing wrapped around Blitz as he was leaned on, not exactly cuddling, more a sign of comfort. Frowning a bit as he stepped away. "The offer was genuine. That kind of thing isn't a secret, so it's not like I'd be breaking the rules of my house by teaching you. And I have plenty of free time since my shadows do most of my work for me."

He reached out to rest his touch against their chin, smiling down at him. "I'm your friend, and I want to help. Just because I'm a Goetia, doesn't mean I think worse of you because of your upbringing." This coming from a Goetia who's looked down on by the others because of his upbringing.

"If you do well, I'll reward you with that whole...you holding something other than a pen, thing."