Helluva boss / Hazbin Hotel Age regression one shots

Little: BlitzøCaregiver: StolasAge: 3 years oldMood: Morning Snuggles, Playtime Prep, Extra Fluff

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The sunlight peeked through the velvet curtains, warm and golden. A tiny, sleepy Blitzø stretched beneath a pile of plush blankets, his little horns poking out, hair tousled and face smushed against a fluffy pillow.

He let out the tiniest whimper.
"Maaa..."

Stolas, who had already been awake and reading in a chair nearby, immediately perked up. He set his book aside, smiling softly as he walked over.

"Oh, good morning, my little sleepy imp," he cooed, kneeling down beside the bed.

Blitzø blinked up at him, eyes wide and still glazed with dreams. He rubbed one tiny fist over his eye and let out a small, babbly sigh.

"Ma wanna up..."

Stolas chuckled gently and scooped Blitzø into his arms with practiced ease, cradling him against his chest.

"There we go, darling. All snuggled up," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Blitzø's hair. "Did you have good dreams?"

Blitzø shrugged and curled tighter into Stolas's feathers, burying his face against his shoulder.

"'M still sweepy."

"That's alright," Stolas said warmly, rocking him gently. "We've got a whole day ahead of us for snuggles and juice and maybe even some coloring, hmm?"

At the word "coloring," Blitzø perked up just a bit. He pulled back just enough to look at Stolas with curious, hopeful eyes.

"With da star stickers?"

Stolas gave a delighted laugh. "Of course! We'll use all the sparkly ones you love."

Blitzø smiled sleepily and gave a tiny nod. "'Kay. But cuddles first."

"Always, my sweet star," Stolas whispered.

And so, the two of them curled up in the soft chair by the window, the morning sun casting golden light over feathers and little striped pajamas. Blitzø's breathing slowed as Stolas hummed a lullaby — not quite ready for the day to begin, but safe in the warmth of someone who loved him completely.

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"Baaa..." Blitzø whined softly, arms outstretched as he toddled into the bathroom with a pout on his face. His onesie was covered in paint and stickers from craft time, and his tiny hands were sticky with glitter glue.

"Oh, dear," Stolas chuckled as he knelt down to eye level, gently inspecting the sparkly mess. "Someone had quite the artistic adventure, didn't they?"

Blitzø blinked up at him, lower lip wobbling. "Sticky..."

"Yes, my darling, you're a very sparkly little imp right now," Stolas said with a fond smile. "I think it's time for a nice warm bath, hmm?"

Blitzø nodded, already waddling toward the tub as Stolas turned the faucet on. Warm water began to fill the tub, and Stolas added a capful of bubble soap that instantly frothed into fluffy white clouds.

"Bubbaaas!!" Blitzø squealed, bouncing on his feet as he watched the bubbles grow.

Once the tub was ready, Stolas gently helped Blitzø out of his onesie, peeling the sparkly fabric away with the utmost care.

"There we go... and in we go—splash!" Stolas helped him into the water, and Blitzø giggled as he settled into the warm bubbles.

The little imp started swishing his hands around, making wave noises and pretending the bubbles were snow. "Is snow bath!" he declared proudly.

Stolas chuckled. "A very sparkly, very silly snow bath indeed."

He grabbed a soft washcloth and began to gently wipe down Blitzø's arms and cheeks, humming softly. "Let's get all this glitter off your little fingers..."

Blitzø held his hands up obediently, though he squirmed and giggled when the cloth tickled his tummy. "Stooop! That tickles!!"

Stolas smiled warmly. "Oh? Is my little star ticklish?" he teased, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek with his beak.

Blitzø squealed and laughed, kicking his feet gently in the water. "Nooohohoho!"

After a bit more gentle washing, Stolas took a little cup and carefully poured warm water over Blitzø's head to rinse his hair.

"All done, little one," he whispered. "Now let's wrap you up like the coziest burrito."

He lifted Blitzø out of the bath, wrapping him snug in a big, fluffy towel. Blitzø instantly curled up into the warmth, sucking his thumb and letting out a tiny hum.

"Mmmm..."

Stolas kissed his damp hair. "You were so brave and good for bath time. I'm very proud of you, Blitzø."

Blitzø gave a sleepy nod, resting his head on Stolas's shoulder. "You da best, Stolaa..."

"And you, my sweet feather, are my everything," Stolas whispered.