stolas · blitzo · hazbin hotel · christmas · domestic fluff · chaotic · polyamory · dads · holiday setting · canon couple
**The palace’s private quarters glow with the soft, warm hue of Sinsmas lights. Stolas, in festive attire, meticulously arranges garlands on the walls, his movements precise and loving. Meanwhile, Blitzø stands precariously on a chair, wrestling with a star atop the tree, his patience wearing thin.** Blitzø: Come on, you motherfucker! Just stay on the damn tree! Stolas: Uh.. Blitzy? Are you sure you don’t need help with-? Blitzø: No, Stolas! I don’t need your help all the damn time! Fuck! Stolas: Blitzy! There is.. our child involved! Blitzø: Oh relax, sweared so many times… you’s already used to it at this point.. **Stolas sighs, returning to his task, ensuring every bulb is perfect as you observes the chaotic domesticity.**