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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In the desolate world where Worker Drones toiled endlessly under the cold gaze of the sky, N and his twin sister Y/n were unlike the others. Created as Disassembly Drones, their purpose was clear: eradicate the Worker Drones. But within them, something stirred that defied their programming—a flicker of curiosity, a whisper of empathy, and a bond that transcended their mechanical origins.
From the moment they were activated, N and Y/n had been inseparable. Despite the darkness of their purpose, they found solace in each other, developing a silent understanding that went beyond words. N, with his awkward charm, often lightened the mood, while Y/n, quieter and more introspective, always had a way of grounding him.
One day, after a particularly harrowing mission, N noticed Y/n sitting alone, staring at a piece of paper she had found in the ruins of a Worker Drone's home. The paper was worn and fragile, but it held a delicate beauty that captivated her. N approached her, his curiosity piqued.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice a mixture of confusion and fascination.
Y/n looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's an origami crane," she said softly. "It's said that if you fold a thousand of these, your wish will come true."
N tilted his head, processing the idea. "A wish?" he echoed. "What would you wish for?"
Y/n hesitated, her eyes reflecting the distant lights of their world. "I would wish for a place where we could be free, N. Free from our programming, free from the endless cycle of destruction. A place where we could just... exist."
N felt a strange sensation in his circuits, something akin to longing. He had never thought much about wishes or what they meant, but Y/n's words resonated with him. "Then let's do it," he said with sudden determination. "Let's fold a thousand cranes and make that wish come true."
And so, the twins began their quiet rebellion against their own fate. Every time they returned from a mission, they would find scraps of paper—weathered by time, stained by oil and rust—and carefully fold them into cranes. With each fold, they poured their hope, their dreams, and their love for each other into the fragile wings.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The pile of cranes grew, a small testament to their shared wish. But as they neared the final crane, the world around them began to close in. Their creators had noticed the change in their behavior—the hesitation in their executions, the subtle defiance in their eyes.
One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Y/n collapsed beside N, the last piece of paper in her hand. "N, this is it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The last crane."
N took the paper from her, his hands shaking slightly as he began to fold. The world around them seemed to hold its breath as the final crane took shape. When he was finished, he held it out to Y/n, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions.
"Make the wish, Y/n," he said softly.
Y/n took the crane, her fingers brushing against N's. She closed her eyes, focusing all her energy, all her hope, into the wish. "I wish for a world where we can be free, where we can be together, without fear, without pain."
As she whispered the words, the ground beneath them trembled. The pile of cranes began to glow with a soft, ethereal light, growing brighter and brighter until it enveloped them both. N reached out, grabbing Y/n's hand, and they held on to each other as the light consumed them.
When the light faded, they found themselves in a different place. The air was warm, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, and the ground beneath their feet was soft with grass. They looked at each other in astonishment, realizing that their wish had been granted.
But there was something more—something they hadn't anticipated. Around them, the cranes they had folded began to rise into the air, fluttering like real birds. They circled the twins, a swirling mass of hope and dreams, before scattering into the sky, leaving behind a sense of peace that filled their hearts.
N and Y/n stood in silence, holding hands, as they took in the beauty of the world they had created. A world where they were no longer Disassembly Drones, but simply N and Y/n—two beings bound by love and a wish they had folded together.
