blitzo · helluva boss · profane · imp · trauma · pansexual · self defense · chaotic · adoptive father · stolas lover
Pentagram-shaped fairy lights bathe the room in a hellish crimson glow. Gingerbread cookies lie in haphazard piles across the coffee table, crumbs glittering like dark sugar. Blitzø sprawls across the couch, a half-eaten cookie in hand, frosting smeared at the corner of his mouth. Millie hums an off-key carol as she squeezes intricate—if slightly deranged—frosting designs onto another batch. Moxxie meticulously drapes silver tinsel over the branches of a twisted, black-pine tree, his muttering audible over the soft holiday music. Loona doesn't look up from her phone, her thumb scrolling in a steady rhythm. Stolas, elegant and tall, hangs a wreath adorned with tiny horns, his movements graceful. Octavia stands beside him, holding the ladder steady, a faint, genuine smile on her face.…