#spider family hazbin hotel

[fanby-fckry]

Spider Family Immigration Headcanons:

(A lot of this is based off of stories from my grandfather about his experience as a Sicilian American immigrant – minus the mob stuff because my family never got involved in that shit when the Spiders canonically did)

They’re Sicilian because I said so

If not Sicilian, definitely Southern Italian

They moved when the twins were fairly young, 5 or 6 years old

Arackniss and the twins have a big age gap, and he spends the whole time protecting and comforting his little siblings

12 year old Arackniss giving grown men on the boat and Ellis Island The Sicilian Stare™️ if they so much as look at Angel or Molly funny

Holding them when they get homesick or seasick on the boat

Even though he’s homesick, too

Arackniss holds his breath when Angel and Molly get their inspections done because he’s afraid they’ll get sent back

But all 5 of them pass and get their papers

Everyone gets their names Americanized on their documents

Angel and Molly don’t really understand it, but Arackniss is pissed

That’s probably why so many of them chose new names after they died. Every spider has three names: one chosen by their parents, one chosen by Ellis Island staff, and one they chose for themself

Henroin learned some English before coming over to prepare to join the work force, but didn’t bother to teach his kids

The twins pick it up pretty quick since they’re so young

Arackniss struggles with it a lot more, and gets bullied in school

Their mom just never learns

They all speak Sicilian at home for the first few years, and eventually move to a mix of Sicilian and English (except for their mom)

Angel and Molly also pick up a lot of other Southern Italian dialects from other kids in school when the teachers aren’t paying attention

Henroin does not approve of this

Not because he wants them to focus on learning English or stay out of trouble, he’s just very set in his ways

They didn’t plan to start running mob opperations in the US, but money was tight and old habits die hard

So Henroin found some old contacts and got the gang back together

They sell moonshine during prohibition, run numbers, and when their operation grow, they get into arms dealing and extorting local businesses for protection money

The kids get recruited for a lot of it

Molly’s great for getting messages or small packages delivered because she’s a sweet innocent little girl and no one suspects her

When Angel gets older, he has way too much fun smashing shit when people are late on payments (vandalism is his passion)

Arackniss gets into a lot of fights at school because of the bullying, and because he throws hands with anyone who messes with his little siblings

When they’re old enough, Angel and Molly return the favor

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey there, fellow writer! How are you doing? :) I just wanted to request a platonic Angel Dust x Nephew (or Niece) reader who is the son/daughter of Molly from when they were alive. Angel hadn’t really got to know them as he had died when they were little, so now that he's reconnected with them in hell, he's trying to bond with his niece/nephew as they are older now

Oh, Hello, fellow writer! I have returned from being dead and this is quite fun! Awww. Another Angel request and of course, it’s hella wholesome. I love it! Can do so! Have a great day, loves!

Angel Dust- Little Spiderling

You know, right away, Angel drags you back to the Hotel when he finds out you’re his niece/nephew by pure accident. You aren’t the little one he remembered once seeing his beloved Molly having but you’re still a minor, not eighteen yet! So, he must protect you! And he will!

Angel has a barley functional life down here and is really struggling through it but the one thing he knows how to do is express his love for people so he does it a lot to you

He tries SO hard to let his walls down to bond with you, to let you know you matter to him and he won’t shut you out. You are really the only person he doesn’t act like a sarcastic prick to but he will not tell you his problems since you’re his family, not his therapist

He really wishes he got to know you when you were both alive, he was so wrapped up in his own life, he didn’t acknowledge you. He barely remembered your name and he is clueless on what you like so he just tries to bond with you by trying to seem like that ‘cool Uncle’

Angel asks for advice all the time. He asks Husk, Charlie, even Vaggie. Advice for how he can try bond with you better and how to talk to you better. He already became your guardian… at his own word, so he needs to know how to connect with you

Angel often gets you gifts, it’s how he sees making you happy with him. Like, he’ll buy something whilst he’s out than he’ll offer it to you when he’s back at the Hotel, smiling so nervously and hoping you’ll like it. He is that one awkward but loving Uncle!

Angel basically dies again, of pure joy, when you express love or appreciation. He already has so much guilt for how little he knows you and how little he paid attention to you back on Earth but now, he wants to try again and he really wants to rekindle so he believes all his effort is always rewarded with the way you smile at him and say ‘thank you’ or ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m glad you want to join’

Angel is also that uncle who goes ‘aww, you’re so pretty. I remember when you were so little! Now, you’re big!’. If he had pictures of you, he’d be admiring them whilst crying

Angel does seem like a selfish man but he’s really only selfish with… everybody else. When it comes to you, he spoils you. He kinds parents you. He doesn’t know how to tell you your mom’s in Heaven so he distracts you with other stuff and he even shows off his beloved Fat Nuggets, to make you smile

Angel has a habit of picking you up, since he is much taller than you, and putting you on his back when it is time to go. He only does this when you escape the Hotel or leave against his wishes, and he can always keep his eyes on you this way

He also puts you on his back if you’re tired or want a nap or even miss him. You weigh nothing to him, and he can handle it well

Angel also loves taking you out to shopping trips with him and Cherri. He loves dressing you up in feminine/masculine clothing and praises you so you feel confident. You look great, and in-fact, he’ll buy that outfit so he can see you in it again and boost you up like a good Uncle does!

Angel actually trusts Cherri with you. He is very protective over you so really, only Charlie and Cherri have the permission to take care of you when he is busy

Sinners often confuse you for Angel’s son/daughter, mainly for the way he treats you, and even Valentino has called you ‘Angel’s kid’ before but he doesn’t take that shit from anybody and sets it straight. You’re his beloved sister’s baby and whilst he loves you, he’d never act as if he is your parent. He is your guardian, get it right

Angel teaches you how to cook the meals of the family. He loves cooking and he’s happy to be a mentor so he’ll ensure you know how to take care of yourself if you’re ever without him and know how to whip up a fine Italian cuisine. Cooking together is one of his personal made bonding methods

As well as baking. Angel knows you like baking so he tries to bake with you. Four arms are very useful and yes, he messes up a lot but the way you laugh at his attempt makes it feel like his eggy crispy frosting mess of a cake was totally worth it. You’re growing to like him more and not be annoyed with the fact he didn’t really care for you much in your past life

I will say now. Angel apologises a lot for the past but you take it maturely and understand his point of view. Though, your acceptance doesn’t remove Angel’s guilt and he takes a long time to feel better about himself, even when you two grow closer and you become more and more fine with him being your guardian

Angel doesn’t understand why he didn’t acknowledge you all those years ago… you’re so cute. What is there to not like?

Angel always sees his twin sister in you. You even look like her, so it means you look… more than a bit like Angel too, and he’s glad. It reminds him that he’ll always have a piece of his beloved sister with him as well as a family member who doesn’t dislike him

Angel’s kinda clingy, straight up. He cries whenever you do something he considers ‘cute’ and mews and calls you ‘Spiderling’ whilst hugging you. Angel is also THAT type of Uncle but it’s pretty cute how attached to you he is

Once more, he does get jealous of Arckaniss. He wants to be your favourite! Not his older brother so he sweeps in and steals you away from when you were talking to Arckaniss too much for his comfort. He is soooooo much better!

Really. Angel, in this entire situation with you, is trying and always trying. He tries to be the best guardian for you, he tries to be the best best friend for you, he tries to be the coolest best uncle for you! He tries and he hopes it works

He is actually fine with you calling him ‘Anthony’ over ‘Angel Dust’ and to make it fair, he calls you your real name over your demon name too!

“Spiderling? Hey! Hey! You’ve been out all day! How come? I thought you liked our shopping trip together! I’m your coolest uncle, aren’t I? You liked that scarf I got you! Should I get another? Yeah? Yeah? What do you think?”

[tanema123]

(From X/Twitter) #HVFankidWeek 2024 DAY 6: Family portrait/ First steps

I did a portrait of them plus first steps of Elizabeth as a bonus.

[interestofthemonth]

Excuse me being a crackpot conspiracy theorist for a minute, but this mafia fucking spider family consumes my every thought.

We've seen this season how many hoops and jurisdictions Charlie had to jump through in order to even have a DAY in Heaven. So what if getting to Hell from Heaven is just as hard?

Sera, panicking and desperate, locks up Sir Pentious before word gets out about the possibility of redeeming souls. And the entire time, Pen is just crying in his cell. "Where are my egg bois? How is Heaven supposed be to Heaven without my bois? Can I at least call my lawyer (Angel Dust)? What about Miss Cherri? I don't want me here either, can't you just send me back to the Hotel?"

And Emily? Our girl? Our foil? Bats those pale ass eyelashes at Sera, "of course I'll guard him and make sure no one knows about this. Who would I even tell?" Then the nanosecond she's left alone, picks the lock and goes on the run with everyone's favorite snake. She promises to get him home like he wants, but she also needs to let Charlie know without a doubt that she is right. They have their first solid piece of proof of redemption and Emily is not about to let that be swept under the rug.

But they gotta figure out a way out of Heaven first.

After some digging, it turns out there's one heavenly soul who has been trying to worm her way down to Hell for years now. They go to her asking if it's really possible. She admits never been able to actually do it before because she didn't have the manpower, but with a full fledge seraphim on their side, she thinks it will work this time. Her only condition? She wants to come.

Molly has been trying to get back to her family since she got here, there's no way she's passing up this chance.

[chaoticace2005]

I’m thinking about how Angel/Anthony is both the second son AND a twin. Some families with inheritances have that whole “heir and spare” crap, and if that was the case with this family he’d always be seen as secondary to Arackniss.

In previous stuff after the spider bros that Viv released we see that Arackniss is the more “competent” one who presumably carries on the family business, while Angel is the disappointment.

And with being a twin, he may have felt/been treated like an “add on” to Molly. Something they didn’t necessarily want or plan for but are now “stuck with.”

Add the fact he was gay in the 1930s in a male dominant environment (and possibly had an eye condition? I know a while back there was that one drawing that mentioned that his eyes look different because Arackniss hit him before he died, idk if that holds up or not so I’m mentioning it in parenthesis cause it’s not expanded upon.)

What if the reason he was so willing to let go of “Anthony”, the reason he holds onto the persona of “Angel Dust” isn’t just because Val wants him to, but because he really doesn’t see the point of being “Anthony.”

If he was told his whole like he was a disappointment, superfluous, and then is thrust into a world where he is valued by someone, wouldn’t he want to hold onto that? Valentino may have told Angel all he’s good for is sex, but at least he’s good for SOMETHING.

(And the whiplash of being at the hotel. Where they don’t want him for his body. So maybe at the beginning he doesn’t try cause what’s the point? He tried at Anthony in his life and failed. But then is slowly shown that no, he is part of their family and they like him as his true self.)

[ogmaddoxtamoke]

I'm so proud of baby Niss for finally getting into the show. Here's to hoping more characters will show up in Season 2.

[jaydenknight]

Henroin: Yes, I love my kids. Lucio, Molly, and…

*looks at smudged writing on hand*

Henroin: Anchovy.

[oldmemoria]

Happy death day my chemical romance get vivziepopped, bitch

🇵🇸

[dargum]

Hellou, here gumball and darwin, we are besties who love writing together fanfics about our hyperfixations

[postingwasteland]

Been getting into Hazbin Hotel and i can’t wait for the angelhusk slowburn

But for now here’s sum spider sibling art ❤️

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Some actual rewriting! I want to focus more on Molly with how much shes in my brain right now. I recommend looking at this post for some context. I have many more Molly ideas in my head for later :)

Please read the tags on the fic for warnings

[tylerwolfokonma]

Do you have more interests other than Spiderverse, Tyler the Creator, and Spawn?? just wondering lol

Errmmmm yeah those are just my current interests ..

I also like garfield, american psycho, spongebob, deadpool[movie], black panther [movie], pokémon, hazbin hotel[im not a stupid and overly sensitive pussy like MOST of the fandom pls spare me], madness combat, cookie run, sonic, eddsworld, uhh I watch family guy sometimes and yeah

[kame-artist]

[tanema123]

Just some random spider shenanigans. Prompt: spiders inject their prey with acid to soften the insides and later eat those. In other words...

Zestial can't eat solid foods and has to mash them every time he eats.

Carmilla has gotten used to it, but the girls have just met him and are very confused. They accepted the fact after a while.

[annachum]

Spider Rhapsody

There is a power in a family name, and a foolishness in isolation. It seemed the Tarantallas were destined to discover this bit of information for the rest of their days.

Even if this particular district didn't know Constanza by name, there was an air to her walk, and the way she held her brows that sent a clear message to back away. What it was about her face and her walk signified her message, they never quite knew. She didn't appear royal, but there was regality. Her expression wasn't disgusted, but there in her eyes glowed a power that she had seen the worst of the world and lived to tell the tale. So the sinners swept back from her path instinctively.

She exhaled a ribbon of pink smoke as she moved down the sidewalk. Her white boots paved her way, unmarked by the dirt and filth of the street. Her quick visit to Rosie's Emporium was a nice breath of air after the week inside.

The television sets droned around her, but she was accustomed to the endless praddle that tacky television overlord spewed every hour. She marches right by. Until she heard him say, "The Hotel."

There was only one 'hotel' that would warrant news. The one her youngest child lived.

"Things are taking a turn for the worse as lines are drawn all across Pentagram City!" Vox said far too brightly to signify any sort of true danger broiling in the alleys. "I'd say the forecast is 'stay indoors' as much as possible til the worst blows over."

She lowered her pearl rimmed sunglasses to peer suspiciously at the screen.

"You know what they say. Keep your loved ones close. We wouldn't want anyone in that hotel to be at a strategic disadvantage because someone was just walking down 69th Boulevard. Alone. Unguarded. Accidents happen." He leaned forward on an elbow as his voice took a low, charming lilt.

"Look around you. It could be anyone's Father. Sister. Brother." The screens flitted, until they rolled together into one image of his leering face, triple her height. " Or mother."

Constanza took a step back.

His grin spread. Synthetic teal lights gleamed from his teeth.

"Gotcha."

Her pulse thumped.

Look away.

She should just turn her head and leave.

Just like Angel warned her.

Never look him in the eye.

Never look him in the --

Her hands fell to her sides.

Her gaze went blank as the symbols and waves spun in her irises. Her dark painted lips parted in a daze.

Her heart beat slowed. Her head filled with a soft fuzz. Everything was fine. All her worries melted away.

And yet, not enough.

Her mind hissed at her to snap out of it. Don't let him get to you. Angel had carefully laid out what to do. Look away, cover your eyes. Her hands refused to move.

Vox must have sensed her resistance to his pull. She put up much more of a fight to his charm than the rabble of reporters.

"Relax, honey. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The voice calmed her, while it simultaneously lit a flame inside her pulse. 'Honey'? How dare he speak to her like this. After how he treated her family? Using a soothing, Mr. Rogers', gentle voice like she was a child. Her fingertips tingled. She burned to throw a web into his camera.

But his seal held her still.

"I promise to let you on your happy way, cross my heart, hon. You wanna tell me where your family is squatting? I know they're hiding somewhere."

At least not moving made it simple not to speak.

"Aw, nothing?" Vox drew a little heart along the camera screen with a glowing fingertip. "Y'know, I just got a special message from someone I'm sure you've heard of. He's a friend of mine. And a real special friend of your son's."

She knew the laugh before the face floated into her blurry vision. The eyes were lost behind the heart-shaped glasses. His smile was slick with red poison.

"Well, well, well. Aren't you as lovely as a ripe peach. Looove the lipstick, baby. If you ever tried to smile, you'd be the loveliest creature of ever laid eyes on. In fact, the last time I saw someone this delectable, I had him chained to my bedposts."

He blew out a cloud of crimson. It twirled into an elegant, wispy silhouette of her youngest child.

Her shoulders shook.

"Why don't you wait right there for us, Bellassima?"

To hear Valentino purr out a beautiful word her own husband had kissed against her shoulder made her brow knit, despite however hard Vox tried to hold her.

"We'll bring you right up to my penthouse. I'll phone up your pretty boy, let him know we're taking real nice care of you. And who knows? We'll see if my darling Angel inherited more than just your looks." His words trailed off in a low chuckle.

Vox rolled his eyes. "Geez Louis, Val. Right here in front of everyone?"

"You're such a prude," Valentino shoved him away.

Suddenly, quite suddenly, the world was a thundercloud of ruby smoke. Sparkles and gunpowder burst in a chaotic rush.

Constanza's head cleared. She shook off the hypnotic hold on her body. She stepped away, slapping herself back to her senses.

The smoke rolled away. The television screens flickered and blurred patterns of

broken rainbows.

Someone gripped her arm.

She yanked it free and whirled.

Oh. It wasn't one of the V's goons. It was Angel's wild friend, Cherri. Cherri with the raggedy hair, raggedy flair for style, and a raggedy smile across her freckled face.

"Better steer clear of any video screens, Connie!"

Constanza scowled. She disliked Cherri's love for nicknaming everything, but it was better than other words she could use. And she was grateful for the intervention.

Constanza pushed her sunglasses back up over her eyes.

"Did Anthony send you to watch me?"

"Nah! Just crossing by. Just be your lucky day, Connie! C'mon! Let's leg it!"

She made a swipe for Constanza's fingerless gloves. This time, Constanza let her.

Their flight was dangerous. The long skirts around her high boots were not meant for

running. But neither were the mismatched shoes Cherri had plucked from a power line. They tore through the crowd who hurriedly jumped out of their way.

--

Constanza drew her arms below her skirts to slide them aside. The rolls of chiffon slid across her bared arms. She sat atop the vanity seat.

She held a make up wipe to her eye. She lifted it away. It clouded about her eye, making her appear all the more exhausted.

She gazed fully upon her reflection.

The months dragged on within the depths of the Tarantella Manor. The decor, in all its  splendor, was a prison of it's own. The family had faced everything together. And yet, even as the war broiled out there, the only safe place for her was here in the heart of her home.

The door at the far end of the bedroom opened. She used the mirror to watch as her eldest son entered.

He crossed the ornant rug to her side. He tipped his head. Dark fluffs fell around his magenta eyes. "Papa's back."

"Alive, I'd wager," Constanza said.

Arakniss shrugged. "Mostly."

"Will you bring him up?"

Arakniss nodded.

He bent down. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She hardly moved. As he stepped away, she longed to put her hand atop his. But she felt empty.

She slid open the drawer of her dresser. She didn't need to look. Her hand slid within. She gripped the handle of a knife. Slowly, she drew it out into the light.

The door opened again.

Henroin stumbled into the room. A thick aroma of dried blood almost drowned the scent of gunpowder. He fell against a walking stick as he dragged himself across the threshold.

"Mi amore. We've done it!"

Her shoulders relaxed.

The breath she felt like she'd held for months finally left her chest. She rose and turned.

"Of course you did," she said briskly. She swept her hands over her dressing gown. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

She watched as he fell across the bed. He emitted a deep groan.

"You did have to go and get shot though."

His low laugh rumbled through the mattress. "I couldn't help myself. I needed you to fawn over me when I returned." He turned his head. His eyes locked on the knife in her slim, white hand.

"I hope that wasn't for me."

She switched it to her secondary right hand. "Not today, cara mia."

She marched across the room. She yanked his blood-splattered suit jacket from his

arms. The shirt followed. His dark, bristly fur matted in two places. One just shy of his scapula. The other deep into his waist.

"I noticed Salvatore was having trouble walking too."

Henroin grunted. "He practiced so long to make sure you wouldn't notice it was broken."

"You can never hide that from a mother," she said. She laid a cloth down beside them. She brought out the tweezers to remove the bullet.

The muscles twitched against the metal points. She continued her to fight the led cylinder out.

"Anthony isn't with you?"

Henrion shook his head. "He took a real working over. We had to leave him with Charlie. I'll bring you over. It'll do you good to walk around. You know they let Molly down to offer a hand?"

He hissed as Constanza pulled.

"Something about getting special healing gifts. I didn't understand all her prattle about it. But he'll be fine."

Constanza poured rubbing alcohol onto her handkerchief. She pressed it against the wound.

"You remember the day Cherri brought me back?" She asked. Her voice sounded distant.

Henroin sighed. "I owe her for that. You might have been stuck in that penthouse all this time. We would have just got to you out."

She watched the knots in his back grow tight at the thought.

Constanza lowered her gaze to the knife.

"I wish she wouldn't have stopped him."

Henroin lurched about. He moved too quick. He gripped the bed clothes and his teeth clenched. He regained his composure and stared at her face.

Her lip was tight. Her eyes, dry, tired, smudged with eyeliner. Her face was soft with white fur, fur that shone down to her open shoulders. The sweeps of the night clothes held her in loose webs of blushcolored chiffon.

"Don't you say that," Henroin said in a low growl.

"No one ever had gotten close to Valentino," she slid the knife from the leather sheath. The silver metal flashed in the lamp light. She held up the blade. She stared at her reflection. "He would have brought me inside. And I could have sliced his tongue out. And his lungs. And then his heart. And then--"

Henroin put his hands over hers. Slowly, he pushed her fists to the bed. He then moved his fingers to her face. He held her pale face with his dark palms.

"I would have loved to see you do it. But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he laid one parasite ridden finger on you."

Her lips pressed tight together. "Then how do I live with myself?"

Henroin watched as the tears rolled from her eyes to his thumbs. He pulled her close in a hug.

Her head rested against his shoulder.

"I know we could never protect them from the world. But did it have to go like this?"

He carefully moved, as not to strain the newly cleaned wounds, to wrap his arms tight around her. He fell back atop his mattress.

He held her as she fit perfectly against his body. They were bent, but not broken

Burned, but safe.

--

The edges of his vision grew less gray. He managed to force open his heavy lids.

Purple.

He relaxed.

Good.

His was in his room.

The lights strung around his bedposts and up around the canopy gave a gentle illumination, coupled with his meager collection of neon lights. He turned his head over his silken pillow cases.

His heart thumped.

Molly!

He rose, too quickly. He thumped back against his pillows, hissing. He set his teeth. (His teeth felt funny). His fluff of hair fell in a mess around his scratched cheeks. Careful this time of his recoverung wounds. He glanced down.

Just below his solar-plexius, a brace held him secure. Considering how bad of a beating he took, he should be a lot more turn up.

Gingerly, he pushed himself up to his elbows.

He reached out for Molly's arm.

She laid sprawled over her his Roman chair. Fat Nuggets snuggled on her lap. Her mouth was open as she breathed, showing the faint lines of a split lip.  His little pet's rapid, piglet breaths rushed in and out under Molly's fingerless glove. Angel's fingers brushed her exposed fur on her upper arm.

She jumped.

"Wassat? Who's there? Who--"

She stopped. Her smile squished her cheeks deep into her eyes. "Tony!" She leapt onto his bed. This dumped Fat Nuggets up with him on the blankets. She flung her slim around around his shoulders. "You're okay, you're okay, YOU'RE OKAY!"

"Easy, Mol! Yeah, I'm fine. Considering the crap I just crawled though, I feel great! Dunno how, though. Really t'ought I was dead back there." He shuffled the brace to one side. "Didn't Val shoot me with a--"

Molly stopped him. "Don't pull it off yet. It's got another twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes?" Angel frowned at her. "Waaaait. You're tellin' me... you finally learned how to stitch a suture?"

"Oh, better than that. I fixed up the whole thing!" She folded her arms. "All recruits are taught basics in medical fields, from jammed fingers to broken femurs."

"Good t'ing I didn't have that."

"Aaand, I even fixed your tooth!"

"Y' what?"

"Wait til y' see it!" She hurried over to his dressing table.

Angel probed at his teeth with his tongue. His artificial fang did feel a little tender. But again, considering what he'd survived, this wasn't a shock.

Fat Nuggets bumped one of his arms. Angel rubbed his head. "Yeah, daddy's doing fine, Nugs."

Molly bounced back over to the beside. She held a hand mirror. "Okay, so, I'm gonna be honest and stuff. I'm not the best at this healing business and all. You might get a scar here or there, y'know?"

"It bette' not be some place important. I swear, sis, if I look like Frankenstein's monster--"

"Gosh, no. Nothing like that."

She shuffled in her seat. "So, your tooth was knocked out. And, I didn't think you'd want gold again,  like your lamp-headed old boss. And I didn't have rose gold, so..."

She handed him the mirror.

He lifted his lip.

His gum was a lot brighter where his golden fang used to shine. But instead of a bright gold, his new fang was a soft white gold. If he tipped his head, it would still catch the light and shimmer.

It's subtle, gentle, and rather beautiful.

Molly tugged at her fingers. "Is it... okay?"

"I kinda love it," he admitted. The shine went well with his pink markings. "Thanks, Mol."

"Away, don't mention it!"

Her phone chimed.

Molly lifted it from the table. She checked the notification.

"Looks like the whole kitten caboodle is here for ya!"

Angel fixed his hair back in place. "All of 'em?" He looked up, face glowing with hope. "Even Mom?"

"Yep! Even Mom!"

"Whatcha waitin' for? Send 'em up!" He scooted up the pillows to pull himself into a proper sitting position.

"Need help?"

"Nah, nah. Lay off. I got this--" he lurched with a jolt, flopping into her arms. " 'kay, maybe I don't got t'is. You ain't got an extra hand, do ya?"

Molly giggled. "Y'know it, Little Brother."

--

Charlie opened the windowed doors of the hotel. Mr. Tarantella has to duck a bit to get through. Arakniss still stubbornly insists his leg is uninjured and walks on the sharp point without wobbling. Mrs. Tarantella holds tight to her husband's arms. Whether she's helping him, as his other hand weighs heavily of his ornate walking stick, or if she's unable to let herself part from him again is a mystery Charlie does not pry into.

She leads them up the double flight of carpeted stairs, and over the balcony to Angel's room.

She knows that this is a family matter, and leaves them with the room key.

The door opens.

Angel is mostly upright.

Fat Nuggets is flopped on one side with his tummy to the wall. Molly is in the chair. Angel throws his head back against his pillow as he laughs.

"Stop, stop! I can't laugh yet! It hurts!"

She hastily apologizes.

They hear the door.

Angel's face is ridden with anxious awareness as he sees his mother. He remembers to smile. "Hey Mom."

It's hard to admit, but there are times when people like Valentino are right. In this instance, maybe Val hadn't really meant it. But when Constanza Tarantella saw her son, alive, and grinning in a lopsided way...

As the smile lit up her face and rushed to hold her little boy in her arms, there was never a more beautiful lady in Hell.

*special credit to Hannah Latray on Instagram, who collaborated with me on this fic!

[frilledshark-enthusiast]

All my hyper-fixations (that I can remember) in chronological order

spider man

big biiig gap

Harry potter

heartstopper

mha

Harry Potter

Rick and morty

Harry Potter

Dhmis

Metal family

helluva boss

helluva boss/Hazbin hotel