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Angel Dust x Fem!Reader(Platonic)Pt1

Yes, I am aware that a bunch of you would hate me for making him straight, so this ain't a romantic ship. The reader is Valentino's non-asshole sister, shown above. Includes Val being a dick and Angel being angsty and injured.

Angel's POV:

Val shoved me into the dresser, the sound of the bottles clattering to the floor dulled by the pounding in my head. I was vaguely aware of the blood welling beneath my jacket as he pushed the heel of his shoe against my ribs.

"What was your job, angel cakes?" he said in his hiss-like voice. "Distract the guards," I mumbled, sliding in and out of consciousness. I winced as he dug his foot deeper. "Exactly. What happened, then?"

"They triggered the alarm." I wheezed, the my lungs constricting under his weight. "That's right, baby, so I couldn't get my money. And without that money, I can't keep paying to keep you off the street," he said, bending down to be on my eye level. "So I recommend you think about what'll happen to a weak little slut like yourself without me protecting you."

He trailed a talon down my face, the slight motion making my already throbbing skull nearly black out from pain. My knees buckled, and he let me drop to the floor. 

My door slammed as he left, rattling the room. Nuggs poked his head out from his hiding spot in the closet, waiting for me to pick him up like I normally would. But I couldn't. My whole body felt like it was underwater, and when I brought my hand up to the back of my head, my fingers came away coated in crimson.

"Hey, Nuggsy," I coughed, shaking. "Go see if you can find some bandaids or somethin, alright?"

His little body wriggled around and he squeezed his way out the door. I watched him go before my body convulsed in violent shivers. The left side of my jacket was coated in red and staining the fur underneath. "Fuck," I muttered, trying to reach something to stop the bleeding. But the movement caused me to fall sideways and land on the ground.

I felt the vibrations of footsteps approaching my room, and I braced myself for the eventual pain that would come from being forced to stand up. 

I didn't expect Fat Nugget's little nose to push up against my cheek, and I could hear him oinking softly despite the ringing in my ears. Then I noticed there was someone with him. I tried to sit, only to be washed over with a wave of dizziness. Whoever it was gently guided me back to laying down.

She (or at least I thought it was a she, I'm the last person to stereotype appearance), said something to me, and I had to focus carefully in order to understand her.

"Can I move your arms? I need to patch these up," she said gently, keeping her hands a safe distance away. I tried to respond, but probably only ended up making a yes-like groan of pain. Her mouth tightened into a grimace as she saw the amount of blood, and then proceeded to pull out rolls of bandages and surgical tape.

Two of her hands carefully wiped the blood from my head and lightly applied a neat row of tape, which the other two pressed gauze to my ribs. She leaned back on her heels, a nervous expression on her face. "Do you think I could get you off the floor?" she asked, looking between me and my messily made up mattress. 

"Well, I wouldn't mind being in my bed right about now," I said, trying to make the situation lighter. She nodded curtly and slowly slid her arms under me. Nuggs, in a purely adorable moment, tried to crawl around my feet in an attempt to help.

It took a while of cautious lifting, since I was a lot taller than her. But she managed to lay me down on the bed and adjust the sheets around me. "Okay. You'll heal fine if you don't move around too much." she sighed, smoothing down her skirt.

I grinned wryly. "Lady, you don't know what I do for a living. That's gonna be harder than it sounds." She crossed her arms and glared in the direction of the door. "I can help with that. You just worry about getting better, you hear?" She demanded.

"Sure", I shrugged, as she turned the door handle and left the room. I curled closer to Nuggs. Despite whatever effort Mystery Lady put up, at least I had tonight to rest.

I felt the bandages on my ribs, then the flat lines of tape across the base of my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut as I moved and felt the stinging pull of the adhesive. There was no way I could fuck someone tomorrow if I could barely nod my head. 

I breathed deeply, clearing the thoughts and worries from my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

Surprisingly, Val or any other pimp didn't burst in my room for the next week or so. Whatever that lady had done had worked, and I spent longer than I could remember without having to give Val's 'work friends' handjobs.

Instead I ate my emergency stacks of microwave dinners and changed the surgical tape and bandages according to the instructions I found online. So when Val sent me a text a few days later saying he had a job for me, the cuts were healed over and barely noticeable under a layer of makeup.

I kissed Nuggs on the head and made my way to his office, projecting my false sense of confidence onto anyone I passed along the way. 

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and walked inside. Val was sitting with his feet up on his desk, completely at ease. Perched on top of the desk, however, was the lady who had essentially stopped me from bleeding to death.

When she saw me, she took a deep inhale of her cigarette, pinching the ivory holder tighter between her fingers. 

"So, Angel, enjoy your little vacation?" Val asked, a smirk on his face. He had clearly seen me recognise his friend, and motioned me over. "Have you met my dear little sister, Y/n? It was her idea after all that we give you some time to yourself."

 Y/n shot me a tight smile, more like a grimace, really. I nodded at her, my mouth dry. "Nice to meet you. I didn't know you had a sister."

Val wrapped one of his arms around Y/n, grinning. "She's from out of town. What did you say you were doing again?"

She sighed. "I've got a place down in Lust. I was helping a friend out."

I nodded, aware of Val's eyes on the still uneven skin on the back of my neck. "You said you had a job for me?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. 

"Well actually," Val said, standing up and pushing me towards the desk, "Y/n does."

I stared in confusion at the two siblings. Val snickered and waved to his sister before stalking out of the room. Y/n and I watched the door in silence before we both spoke.

"You didn't tell me you were his sister!" I whispered, as she stood up and quickly dug through her purse. "I'm sorry! But you were dying, that didn't seem very important right then!"

She turned to me, a flyer in her hands. I stared at it warily. "What's that?" I asked, as she held it out towards me. "Do you have some enemy for me to have sex with or something?"

Y/n scowled. "I only told Val that I did so he wouldn't get suspicious, so you drop that idea right now." She shoved the paper at me. "I've got a plan to get you out."

"Out?" I questioned, scanning over the paper. "What the hell's the 'Happy Hotel'?"

She sighed in annoyance. "Morningstar's kid is offering free rooms if you volunteer to try and 'redeem yourself'." 

"So you think I should try to be more morally conscious or some shit?" I smirked. 

"No!" Y/n groaned. "Free rooms, and they don't take any registration or anything! Val wouldn't be able to find you; he'd never expect you to go there in a million years!"

The idea dawned on me, and I reread the flyer again. "So what's the plan?"

(Expect a Part 2)