When you're a sister of a porn star in hell
Angel + teen reader (reader is Angel's little sister.)
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Being a 15 year old was hard. And it was hard enough being in Hell. The constant beration from strangers. The constant attention drawn to you. Not to mention how bad it is for a 15 year old girl to be walking around hell with a bunch of fucked up pedophiles. You couldn't even go out alone. If you wanted to go out, an adult would have to go with you.
You honestly hated that there had to be someone with you all the time, but at the same time you understood why. Especially with being Angel Dust's little sister. It wasn't unusual for you to get wolf whistled from absolute strangers in the streets, and people telling you about how you should follow in your brothers footsteps. Everytime you did and Angel found our about it he would apologize profusely. And you forgave him every time. You would reassure him that it is never his fault and that you could handle yourself. But obviously he doesn't listen (which again you don't blame him for) he still makes sure someone responsible is with you at all times.
Walking down into the lobby from your room you stretch. You didn't have any plans today. Meaning you could just sit back, relax and-
"È una cagna che giuro a Dio!"
(Translation: he's such a bitch I swear to God)
You walk down into the lobby and look around. Everyone was crowded outside the main kitchen. All you could here from the kitchen was angry Italian shouting and sounds of cupboards opening and slamming. There was a heavenly smell coming from the kitchen, one you found very familiar. But you didn't focus on that. You wanted to know what's going on
"What is happening right now?" you walk closer to the group. They all turn around. Charlie gives a tired smile
"Good morning Y/n. And to answer your question-"
"You're brother is swearing up an Italian storm and probably destroying the fucking kitchen." Husk cuts her off and takes a long swig of his booze. The sound of utensils falling is heard from the kitchen. Followed by more swearing.
"Giuro, quell'asino si affaccia! Il cazzo nervo!"
(Translation: I swear that ass face! The fucking nerve!)
You listen and then sigh. It wasn't the first time your brother had one of these fits. But usually it was when he came back from work after a shit day. Not early in the morning.
"Sooo..." you began, walking to the kitchen entrance. "Anyone know why he's so pissed?"
Vaggie sighs. She looked clearly annoyed but also a bit sympathetic. That look of annoyance on her face didn't seem like it was directed at Angel
"He just came in here and started going off. I heard Valentino's name mixed into there." Vaggie sighed and frowned.
Ofcourse. Ofcourse Valentino had to do something so fucking early in the morning that it gets to this. You didn't even want to question what Valentino had done to make Angel this pissed. You hear a crash and then Angel swearing again
"FUCK!"
That shout sounded more angry then fearful. You sigh exhaustedly and walk infront of them all. As you stand infront of the door, you turn to the others, like it was your last day alive
"I'm going in."
Husk hugs you and you return it
"You shall be remembered soldier." he says with a smile. You roll your playfully.
"Nifty you can have all my stuff. As long as you share with Angel and the others if they need it"
"Yess!!" Nifty jumps up and down and scurries around the room. You sigh, then turn back to the door and open it.
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After you close the door a wave of hot air hits your face. It radiates around the room. The smell was very familiar now. You couldn't help but savor is by taking it in. You walk over to the stove to see a pot of pasta.
"Ofcourse." you mutter with a smile. This brought back many nostalgic memories for you.
"THAT STRONZO!!"
(Translation: that asshole)
You turn around at the shout, but jump a little as you're brother walks past you in a flash. You turn to him, and he was very pissed. You looked around and saw other ingredients and a plate of some meatballs. You watch your brother as he scrolls his phone in one hand, shaping meatballs in another hand, and his two other hands were holding a bowl and stirring
Angel was a stress-cooker. If something made him this mad or stressed, he's cooking up a storm in the kitchen, no matter what time of day. It does help him get his aggression out, until he starts throwing things.
He flings the phone in your direction without knowing it, and you catch it.
"... So uhhh... What's up?"
His eyes widen as he looks at you. Guilt and terror running through his body
"Oh shit! Sorry sorry sorry Y/n! I wouldn't have thrown it in that direction had I known you were there!" He begins profusely apologizing as he walks over to you. When he does, he leans down abit and presses little kisses into your face. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and push him away gently
" Ahangel it's fihine. I just wanna know why you're pissed." You push his face away and look at him. He was about to say something but his phone vibrated. You still had the phone in your hand and when you went to look at what messaged popped up, he immediately took the phone back.
"Questa borsa di cazzo non smetterà mai?" he angrily mumbled.
(Translation: this dick bag won't ever quit will he)
Grimacing, you watch as he goes back to angrily shaping the meatballs. You sit yourself on the counter and look at him.
"Soo. What did Val do now?" you ask him, taking the spoon and gently stirring the pasta. It still had some time to cook. Angel looks at you sadly and sigh. He takes a minute to gather his thoughts, then he sighs and faces you.
".... Almost.. Everyone.. Knows you. You know that right?" he begins sadly. You look up at him unfazed. You didn't really care what people thought about you at this point
"Uh yes? So what?" you take the bowl of sauce he was making and pour a little bit on your hand to taste it. Once the sauce hits your tongue, it brought back so many memories. Angel made this for you and Molly when you guys were alive. Your mother had taught him. He was very intentive about it too.
He sadly chuckles as he boops your nose. The look on his face held pure guilt and anxiety. You didn't ever like that look.
"Val... He.." he trails off and looks down at you. He sighs. "Since people know you, and recognize you... And from past experiences.... Val gave me an offer... He wants you to be in the porn business now"
..... Well you didnt expect that answer... And this made you mad also.
"... Excuse me?" you said in confusion. Making a double take on what he said. He groans and tosses his phone onto a pile of cloths
"Yeah.. Unfortunately there are alot of clients who are fucked up in a different way" he rubs your back. All four of your hands fiddle with eachtoher. It was something you picked up from Angel. But the shocked look on your face immediately turns into anger.
"What is he fucking high?!!.... Don't that answer actually.. " you scream. Angel sighs
"I-I know. I've told him many times no. And honestly you have a loophole. He doesn't own your soul like mine. He can't do anything to you!" Angel exclaims, trying to be happy. But it didn't stop the wave of emotion hitting him. You looked down sadly
"... But he could do anything to you.. " you look up with a sense of contemplation. Angel looks at you warily. Then he realizes.
"Don't tell me you're considering this?!. No. Y/n I'm not having you go to the studio for fucks sake." he shouts angrily. Going back to the cooking.
"Yes I know I'm not going either way.... But obviously he can't punish you for this right?" you look at Angel. His back was turned to you as he mixed the sauce.
His silence was defeaning.. He couldn't even lie about it. Val could do multiple things to him for this. Not only that but-
A vibrating noise is heard. You both look down at the phone to see Valentino calling. Angel rushes to answer it but you immediately take the phone.
"Y/n-!"
"Shush"
You answer it. You sigh and made a gesture to Angel to be calm and then soo. you hear Valentino's voice from the other side.
"Angelcakes~ did you convince your little sister about my offer?~"
Rolling your eyes and cursing silently in annoyance, you sigh. Your face twists in anger.
"You can ask her yourself Val." you reply back with annoyance in your voice. After a second you hear Val chuckling over the phone.
"Ohh so I am talking to her? I assume Angel told you about my offer?" He talks in a sultry voice. It disgusted you.
You look at Angel, who was looking back at you with a very concerned face. You could tell he was anxious. Who wouldn't if they saw his face right now. You sigh and look down before saying something.
"Yes he told me about it... And I'm sorry but I have to politely decline." you answer in a calm town. Every inch of of your intrusive thoughts wanted to scream and shout in anger, and go down to that studio to beat the shit out of Valentino.
You hear Valentino's signature growl. "I see...". Angel became more anxious
"Listen Val. Honestly you wouldn't want me for a porn video. If anything it'd make your ratings drop maybe. Memorising scripts is not my thing either so it's basically a lost cause... Besides I already have a job." You explain calming, deciding it was best to lie. Although with the way you said it, even Angel was convinced.
" But I can make you a star amorcita~ others wouldn't matt-"
" Thank you for your offer. But my answer is still no. And don't blame Angel please. He actually did a good job of trying to convince me. But my answer is still no." you say, lying again.
"But-"
You hang up the phone and give it back to Angel. But he was just standing there wide eyed, jaw to the floor.
"... Listen in the mafia family there's different traits each family member has. I just developed the lying trait." you say, smiling innocently. Angel is silent for a few seconds. Then he chuckles.
"You really are my little sister aren't you." he chuckles and kisses your forehead.
"I learn from the best. Although it took me so much not to swear this Falena cieca." you sigh angrily and Angel laughs.
"Yes I know. But you said it so calmly, it would have had everyone fooled." He explains, going back to the cooking. You hop off the counter.
"Good for the future?" you smile expectantly. Angel stares at you with a smirk. "... Take it as a no?"
Angel laughs and ruffles your hair. He then wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head
"You really are something else aren't you?", he rubs your back calmingly. You squeeze him tigher and smile. It wasn't common for Angel to be this affectionate and comfortable with touch. You didn't care though. You understood why. So every chance you got, you made it last.
"learn from the best... And since the best is you, it's concerning." You give a half concerned look with a half smile. Angel laughs
"How bout you help me finish up this meal to serve to the other?" he suggests, handing me a spoon.
"... Sure."
Angel smiles then goes to the stove to check on the pasta. He leaves you in charge of the meatballs. You two continue cooking in comfortable silence. He sighs.
" I love ya sis." he turns to look at you with a smile, not expecting an answer. As he turns back to the stove he hears your voice.
"I love you too"
He is silent for a second. Then smiles lovingly. And you yourself had a smile on your face. Sure you went through alot with a literal porn star as your brother... But you wouldn't have it any other way, and Angel appreciated that.