The Hazbin Hotel Project

La Famiglia [Platonic Angel Dust x Male!Reader] II

Hello everyone and welcome to another episode of The Hazbin Hotel Project! This is probably the shortest piece I've written since I started writing this series, though I am quite happy how it turned out due to the fact that I have to work tomorrow, which also happens to be my birthday! :) So without further ado, let the show begin!

"So how long have you been at this ballet thing? This is the first I'm hearing of it. 'Course, my expertise in art is a bit more...on the down low." Angel asked, taking a sip of his beverage as he and [First Name] sat at the very back of a semi-busy café. Since his precious little cousin was no longer wearing his costume, [First Name] would be at least have some privacy without their little get together being ruined by a crazed fan. 

[First Name] smiled, grabbing a few sugar packets from a small container and poured them into his favorite beverage. "No need to be so humble~! And to answer your question, I've been doing this gig for about, say, five years? Ever since dearest Arackniss found out what I really am like, this has been an outlet for me to express myself," His jovial expression soon became bittersweet. "Well, you know how your brother gets sometimes. Just a bit-"

"Of a fucking prick?"

The ballet dancer gaped at the spider demon sitting across from him. "Angel, language! Think of the children!" [First Name] just got a raised brow and small huff from the former mobster till he took a big gulp of his black coffee. 

"Y' know there aren't any kids here, sweetness, no  need to hold back on my account~. I ain't like  a stuffed shirt like Arackniss, so go on and speak whatever's on your mind, cuz." Pink-colored orbs narrowed ever so slightly. "I'm not gonna judge ya. 'Kay?"

Are you sure, Angel?", [First Name] said shyly.

"No worries, kiddo. I'm all ears."  Angel gave a kind smile, resting his chin in one hand. Given permission to speak his mind, [First Name] did so without any lingering hesitation. He shared his anxieties, the strained relationship between him and Arackniss, even the cut throat competition he has to face lest he loses valuable patrons or even allies. 

Angel remained silent the entire time, keeping his entire attention on [First Name] till the younger demon was finished speaking. He even flagged down a barista for another refill on his and [First Name]'s beverage without taking his eyes off of the guy. Another ten minutes passed before the entertainment star finally said something. 

"...Looking at my shitty brother's perspective, I could almost see why he's so worried about your potential. With your smarts and dripping good looks, you could really help with the business. But this is your afterlife," He raised a gloved finger and poked [First Name]'s chest. "You do whatever the hell ya want, don't let someone dictate what you should be doing and feel guilty for sayin' 'no'. You're not too much a gullible idiot, so I really doubt you'd get into any serious trouble unless some loan sharks want to take you as collateral or some crazy shit. You wanna crossdress? Go ahead, I'll even take ya to some of the best joints in The Pentagram so you can enjoy being yourself without being judged or even shop for accessories. I can get ya some decent discounts~!" Angel winked, his other arm hovering over [First Name]'s head and ruffled his [Hair Color] tresses. 

The younger demon stared at his relative in shock. "R-Really? You'd do that for...me?"

" 'Course I would~! If there's one thing I know for sure, it's never turn your back on family. No matter, what you can always count on me, okay?"

The suited entertainment star  jumped a little when he was met with [First Name] falling face-first onto his chest suddenly from where he was sitting. The entertainment star relaxed as his cousin's four arms curled around him. "Thank you, Angel. You're the best." [First Name] uttered sweetly, his precious smile growing by the minute.
Angel couldn't hold back the fond smile and loving glint in his own gaze as he returned the hug, stroking his head and allowing him to rest there. "You're welcome, kid." The entertainment star thought for a moment, "We've got a lot of catchin' up to do. Why don't you honor that offer once I finish work tomorrow?"
[First Name] beamed up at him, "Really?! Yes!~"
Angel chuckled, squeezing his cheek. "It's a deal, then!~" From the corner of his eye, the older demon saw one of his brother's goons leave an adjacent booth. Guess there's more to keeping an eye on [First Name] than the asshole is worryin' about. If he's so worried about losing potential business partners through his own cousin than the actual person, maybe I ought to remind the schmuck what it means to take care of your family. For now though, I'll be a good little boy and make sure [First Name] gets home safe and sound.

Hell hath no fury than the scorn of a six foot spider demon who comes between him and his family. 

 If everyone thought Sir Pentious was a terrifying fucker with his Egg Bois and steampunk inventions, these bastards have got another thing coming. 

A couple more hours passed till the pair left the coffee shop arm in arm, heading down the street towards [First Name]'s flat. The aforementioned ballet dancer invited Angel inside and crash for the night, but the latter politely declined. Seeing as he had promised a shopping spree, [First Name] understood that his older cousin probably had some things to do before going home himself. Fat Nuggets wouldn't like it if his daddy was gone too long either.

But what [First Name] doesn't realize is that Angel has every intention of keeping their familial relationship as much of a secret as possible from the paparazzi, Alastor, and even Charlie.  For a guy who is trying to go on the straight and narrow path of redemption for once, a little privacy about this aspect of life was all Angel is asking. 

So with a quick peck on [First Name]'s forehead and a reminder to head to bed soon, Angel made his way back to the Happy Hotel with a small skip in his stride down the Pentagram's  shady streets