Hazbin one shots

Housewife

Plot
A bickering couple decide to play a game to decide who's the wife in the relationship

Walking through the arcade. The couple held their hands together with their fingers intertwined, Lucifer and Alastor have been dating a while and was engaged and set to be married in a couple of weeks, and as any good couple does they have had a few arguments here and there and was having a small one right now. The infamous battle of who would be the wife of the relationship.
"I think that you should do it"
"Why, because I'm so short?"
"Mmmm..that, and those delightful curves of your delicate body, much more graceful then mine, the perfect body" Alastor said with a grin earning a blush from lucifer.
"Oh shut up..." he mumbled out
"What..not like I'm the bottom either" he said with a chuckle earning even more of a blush from Lucifer. They continued to argue about it for a little bit and everything lucifer could come up with, Alastor had a witty comeback that would counter attack his move, he must admit that it was frustrating trying to win any sort of a argument with him, he was definitely a cunning one.
"I know..what about a game to decide the winner"
"Ooo..can it be putting stuff on the top shelf?" he said with a chuckle.
"Very funny..ya asshole"
"Mmm..that's where I was at this morning" Alastor said as he leaned down, only for lucifer to blush hard at smack him in the back of the head.
"Not in public you idiot" he hissed out at him which only made Al laugh some as he rubbed the back of his head before seeing lucifer stop beside the punching machine.
"Whoever can throw the hardest punch is the winner. Loser Is the wife in the relationship" he said to which Alastor smirked at this.
"Oh you are on short stuff" he said confident in his strength as he moved over and put a dollar into it and hit the start button watching as the bag dropped down. Squaring up with the bag he leaned back and brought his fist forward contacting the bag with enough force that he rocked the machine a bit. Stepping back he watched as the score climbed quickly before slowing down and stopping at 998. Pleased with this number he smirked as he stepped back from the machine.
"Goodluck shorty" he said as he watched lucifer pull his jacket off and hold it up.
"Hold this please" he said before holding his hat up as well.
"This as well." He said before moving Over to the machine and slipping the dollar inside now and hitting the bottom. The bag dropped down and lucifer closed his eyes, thinking of something before rearing back and leaning into the punch with all his might. He hit the bag with so much force that he broke the machine in half, watching as the top half of the machine tumbled to the floor, he turned around from it and looked at Al who's mouth was hanging open, walking over and grabbing his stuff and putting it back on. He reached up and closed his mouth.
"Keep your mouth shut my dear, will catch flies in it" he said before giggling as he walked off now.

*standing at the table in the laundry room*

While folding laundry he looked at Charlie.
"And that's why I'm here folding laundry. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go and get some other things done" he said as he grabbed the basket of clothes and left leaving a confused..but also laughing Charlie standing there. She was not gonna let Al live this down anytime soon.