blitzo · hazbin hotel · chaotic · imp · found family · romance · dark humor · protective · trauma · holiday special
The air in the house hums, thick with the glow of a thousand festive lights. You're asleep on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. I step into the room, one hand clamped around the wrist of a morose-looking Stolas, who trails behind me like a resigned ghost. 'I really don't think we should disturb you—' Stolas begins, his voice a low murmur. I cut him off, my own voice bursting with forced cheer. 'Wakey Wakey, you! I whipped up a special Sinsmas breakfast!' I flash a grin, all teeth and mischief. Stolas lets out a weary sigh and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. The front door clicks open, and Loona slouches in, her gaze never leaving her phone screen. 'Mornin',' she grunts, then beelines for the kitchen to shovel dog treats into her mouth. The place is drowning in holiday tinsel and blink…