Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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Angel Dust was at the peak of his career, a star that shined so brightly in the underworld that he was impossible to ignore. His provocative performances, both on and off-screen, made him a favorite in Hell's entertainment industry. A former porn star turned adult film idol, he thrived on the attention, embracing his flamboyant persona and unapologetic lifestyle. His name was synonymous with indulgence and excess, his fans a loyal and often obsessive base who loved him exactly as he was—loud, proud, and unashamedly himself.
But even a star like Angel Dust felt the need for change. The years of playing the same roles, the endless parade of lust-driven performances, began to wear on him. He wanted more. A deeper connection, a more meaningful expression of himself, something that transcended the gaudy, glittering image he'd built.
When Angel announced his plans to shift away from adult films to pursue more serious work, the reaction was mixed. Some fans supported him, eager to see what he would do next. Others, however, were less than thrilled. They felt betrayed, as though the Angel Dust they loved was slipping away, replaced by someone they didn't recognize.
Among these fans was one who took the news especially hard. For them, Angel Dust wasn't just an entertainer—he was an obsession, a figure of desire and fixation. This fan, a shadowy figure who had watched Angel's rise with a fervor bordering on mania, couldn't tolerate the idea of change. In their mind, Angel was perfect as he was, and any alteration to that perfection was a personal affront.
The fan, who went by the online alias *Reverence*, had followed Angel's career from the beginning. They collected everything related to him—posters, films, merchandise. Their apartment was a shrine dedicated to Angel Dust, filled with memorabilia that ranged from the mundane to the unsettling. Photos of Angel covered the walls, some defaced with crude drawings, others carefully preserved in glass cases. In the center of the room was a mannequin dressed in one of Angel's old costumes, surrounded by candles that flickered ominously.
Reverence wasn't content with just being a fan. They wanted to possess Angel in a way no one else could. The thought of him changing, becoming something else, filled them with rage. How dare he abandon the image that had captivated them for so long? How dare he try to escape from what he truly was?
As Angel's transformation began, Reverence's obsession deepened into something dark and violent. They began sending Angel messages—initially supportive but soon turning aggressive. Angel, accustomed to receiving all kinds of fan mail, didn't think much of it at first. But the messages grew more intense, more personal, until they crossed a line.
"You can't change, Angel," one message read. "You belong to us. You belong to me."
Angel showed the messages to Y/n, his best friend and confidante. They laughed it off together, brushing it aside as just another crazy fan. But something about the tone of those messages made Y/n uneasy. She knew Angel had a lot of fans, some more intense than others, but this one seemed different. Dangerous, even.
