Imagine- A One-shot Collection

Bet- Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

As Requested by cupidsvxx

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Husk poured Angel Dust and Y/N some drinks as they watched Charlie frantically pace around the lobby, muttering nonsense to herself. Vaggie approached her hectic girlfriend, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Honey, worrying about your dad coming here isn't going to make it better." However, this only seemed to make Charlie more worried, and the poor girl looked close to tears.

"I still can't believe the big man himself is comin' to this hellhole," Angel said, sipping his drink. "I mean, I've seen him around a couple times while I've been out on jobs, but considering he's the 'king of hell,' he isn't that intimidating."

Y/N gasped and feigned offence. "What do you mean? Lucifer is amazing!"

Angel raised his eyebrow. "And since when were you on a first-name basis with his royal highness?"

"I-I'm not," Y/N muttered, blushing red as she realized she'd slipped up.

Y/N was the same age as Angel, but she'd been in hell longer than any of the other residents at the hotel, even Sir Pentious. Because of this, she wasn't too keen on the attitudes of the modern folk who ended up in hell after her time. Sure, Angel had set her up a few times and she'd used her manipulating skills to land some cheap lays of her own, but she'd never felt love. That is until she laid eyes on the King of Hell. He was perfect. Not only was Lucifer handsome and charming, but he held a perfect balance between diplomacy and fun that was very attractive. Y/N was not ashamed to admit that she'd spied on Lucifer many times when he was out and about, dreaming that she dared to go up to him. But he was always surrounded by guards that she didn't want to deal with.

However, today he was walking right into the palm of her hand.

Angel chuckled. "Don't tell me you have a thing for our king..." When Y/N stayed silent, Angel early dropped his drink. "Holy shit, you actually do."

"Look, he's just... attractive to me, okay?" Y/N defended herself. "I know, I know, he's a king, but I feel like I have a higher shot of getting together with him than other sinners do. I mean, I'm hanging out with his daughter for Satan's sake."

Angel smirked deviously. "Are you confident to make a bet about that?"

Husk's ears popped up. "A bet? I'm out. I don't need to get involved in this and make a fool out of myself." He flipped the pair off and went upstairs.

Y/N shook her head at Husk and then turned her attention back to Angel. "What are your terms?"

"So, if you can bang Lucifer tonight before he leaves the hotel and WITHOUT manipulating him at all, then... you get half of my earnings this month AND you can paint Fat Nuggets," Angel offered.

"Okay, but if I don't, then... I'll get into a public fight with Valentino," Y/N grumbled since she didn't make any money or have anything really to offer her friend.

Angel cracked up. "Oh geez Y/N, I can't wait to see you kick Val's ass! Unless he kicks yours... but it'll still be entertaining, ha!"

"Oh, sure, laugh it up. I hope you love seeing Fat Nuggets with a Rennaisance Painting adorning his side," Y/N challenged, sticking out her hand for Angel to shake.

He took her hand with a stupid smile and shook it. "Looks like your challenge starts now, my friend, look who's here."

As if on cue, Lucifer opened the door and walked slowly inside, looking around the place. Charlie still looked a wreck as she greeted her father, who, although he was happy to see his daughter, didn't seem impressed with her appearance. He almost looked concerned, which Y/N found touching.