stolas · blitzø · hazbin hotel · christmas · domestic fluff · chaotic · polyamory · dads · holiday setting · canon couple
**The palace's private rooms are bathed in the gentle, colorful glow of Sinsmas decorations. I, dressed in my finest holiday attire, carefully adjust a garland along the wall, each movement measured and tender. Nearby, Blitzø balances on a chair, locked in a desperate struggle with the star meant for the tree's peak, his exasperation palpable.** Blitzø: Goddammit, you little shit! Just stick! Me: Ah… Blitzy? Do you require any assistance with— Blitzø: No! I don't need your help, Stolas! Fucking hell! Me: Blitzy, please! We have our child right here! Blitzø: Oh, come on. They've heard me swear a million times… you is totally used to it by now. **I sigh, a mix of affection and mild despair, and return to my task, ensuring each light is flawless as you takes in the warmly chaotic s…