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Angel Dust x Reader💔🌼

Alright, people, calm down. Don't tear my head off before I can defend myself. He's still gay, I respect sexuality here. The way this story worked, while Y/n and Angel were married while alive, it was strictly a platonic/business relationship, though they were best friends. Kinda angsty. 

Charlie's POV:

I tentatively knocked on Angel's door, a stack of flyers in my hand. "Angel? You awake in there?"

No noise came from the inside, so I carefully tested the handle. The cold metal clicked beneath my fingers, and I glanced around the hall warily before pushing the door open.

"I brought your mail up, it's mostly just fan letters, but just in case~" I spoke, looking around the sparkly pink mess of Angel's bedroom. Empty.

"Just putting these on your desk," I announced to no one in particular, moving over to the vanity. I sighed when I saw the piles of beauty products, and gently tried to clear a space for the papers. A stack swayed and fell to the floor.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." I muttered, kneeling. I scooped the assorted items back onto the desk, carefully trying to place it where I had found it. My finger hit the a broken shard of glass, and I yelped in pain. "Angel's gonna kill me."

I cautiously picked up the pieces, tucking them carefully in the edge of my jacket. The frame itself was a basic black metal, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I found it wasn't damaged. 

The paper inside the frame, thank Satan, was perfectly fine. A printed out Wikipedia page, strangely enough~

"Why the hell are you in here, Charlie?"

"Nothing!" I shrieked, letting the page fall to the ground. Angel glared from the doorway before stomping over and snatching the paper up. "Just leave, then, it you ain't doing anythin' important." 

I stood up and walked towards the door. I looked back behind me to see Angel sink onto his bed, the photograph clutched between his fingers. 

"Angel?"

"What?"

"What is that about?" 

Angel was silent. "If I tell ya, I'm gonna need one of these." He pulled a cigarette from his jacket, then raised an eyebrow questioningly. I opened my mouth, prepared to protest.

"Do you wanna hear the story or not?" Angel huffed, and I sighed. "Just this once."

"That's about my kid," he grinned wryly, lighting the cigarette and inhaling deeply. I froze, shocked and confused, and he chuckled. "Aren't you...inclined towards men?" I fumbled, trying to figure this out. 

"No shit, Princess." he rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't have built my entire life down here around suckin' dick if I didn't enjoy it."

I cleared my throat awkwardly, still lost. 

"When I was alive, I was in the mafia, yeah? Big production, super important to my dad. And you know, 1940's wasn't super great with the whole 'gay' thing. Especially in our business." Angel explained, exhaling a deep cloud of smoke. 

"So when I was about, 28, maybe, my dad had this plan that I could marry his biggest investor's daughter. Seal the deal, like. Wasn't thrilled about it, but as far as bein' with a lady went, Y/n was pretty great."

"We got married, and it was fine. Everyone loved her, she was too goddamn nice for our family. She even understood that I was...not interested...in ladies. As I said, too kind. Didn't deserve her. None of us did." 

Angel sighed and tapped the excess ash onto the ground, sweeping it away with his foot. I leaned forward, curious. "What happened?" I asked.

"After a couple months, my dad found out that we weren't...living like a married couple, you could say." He snickered at my red face. "Should I stop now?"

I mutely shook my head, and he continued.

"Dad was expecting an heir for the business, so for the sake of the mafia, Y/n and I had to have a baby. And yes, it was equally awkward for both of us. But it happened, and she got pregnant."

His face darkened. "Y/n wasn't strong, health-wise. She had a family history of bad pregnancies, but none of that mattered to the all powerful mafia boss. He just wanted things to go as he planned. She wasn't even scared, just excited to be a mother. Thought she could get through it, that the baby would be healthy. And she was right, for the most part."

He took a long drag from his cigarette, before stamping it out under his boot.

"Y/n went into labour sooner that she should have. She didn't make it, but the kid survived, perfectly healthy. James, we named him. Looked exactly like me, a mini goddamn copy."

I sat silently, my heart breaking. Angel rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I died before he was even walking. So damn worried I'd be a crap dad, I started doping up. OD'd before I could find out if I was any good at raising him."

He gestured to the Wikipedia article. "He was a good person, just like his mom. Got out of the mafia, became a doctor. Had a few kids, even named one after me." 

"What happened to Y/n?" I asked, fearing that she had ended up in hell. Angel shook his head. "She'd never done anything bad. Completely innocent of any of the shit I did. James as well. It's better that they're both up there than down in this pit."

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, unsure whether or not I should hug him. Angel sat up straighter, suddenly back to his usual self. "It's fine, princess, I'm over it." he clearly lied, still holding the article. "So there's no need for anyone else to know about this. Ever."

I nodded slowly, beginning to move towards the door. Angel watched me leave from his seat, trying to iron a wrinkle out of the page with his fingers.

"You know, my dad is the King of Hell. I could get you a better picture than a Wikipedia image. One of James, or Y/n, or your grandkids." I hedged, pausing. "Actually, I could even make it possible for you to see them again."

Angel jumped up, excitement written across his face. "No shit?" he asked, grabbing the frame from the desk. I smiled. "Yeah."

He beamed and strolled over, shoving open the door. "Hey Angel?" I asked, following him out. "What's up?" he asked, not looking back at me.

"What was she like? Y/n, I mean." I questioned. This time, he spun around and grinned. "Ya know, she was a lot like you."

"Happy? Optimistic?" I supplied, proud at the comparison. 

"Annoying, when she wanted to be."

"Hey!"

"I meant that in a good way!"