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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Teen and Y/n stood before a crumbling cathedral deep in a desolate landscape, the air thick with the stench of death. They had tracked the trail of a sinister coven here, a cult that had been experimenting with forbidden magic. This wasn't about simple power anymore; this was about survival—and revenge. The cult was responsible for murdering someone important to them. Now, they would return the favor, with interest.
The wind howled, sending dust swirling around them. Teen's face was set in a determined sneer, the book of spells clutched tightly in her gloved hand. Her dark eyeliner was smudged from days without sleep, but her eyes burned with fury. Y/n stood beside her, their grip tightening around the handle of a dagger that gleamed ominously in the faint light.
"You ready for this?" Y/n asked, their voice low but steady.
Teen let out a cold laugh, her lip curling into a grim smile. "Ready? I've been waiting to kill these bastards since the second they crossed us."
Without another word, they pushed open the massive doors of the cathedral. Inside, the coven waited. The cultists, clad in dark robes, chanted around a grotesque altar where a writhing mass of human bones lay piled. The sight turned Y/n's stomach, but they pushed the feeling down, focusing on the task at hand. There would be no mercy tonight.
One of the cult leaders turned, sneering as he noticed the intruders. "You're too late. The ritual has already begun."
Teen raised her hand, her eyes glowing with a dark power. "I don't give a fuck what you've started. It ends with your death."
The cult leader barely had time to react before Teen unleashed a wave of destructive energy. The blast tore through the first row of cultists, their bodies exploding in a shower of blood and bone. The scream of the dying filled the air, but Teen and Y/n moved through the chaos without hesitation, their expressions cold and unyielding.
Y/n dodged a dagger strike from one of the cultists and retaliated with brutal precision, slashing the man's throat open. Blood sprayed across the floor as the cultist fell, gurgling his last breath. Y/n barely registered the death as they moved on to the next target, a woman chanting a spell that would have turned Y/n's blood to acid. But before she could finish the incantation, Y/n plunged the dagger into her heart, twisting it with savage intent.
Meanwhile, Teen had taken to the air, her magic crackling around her like a storm. She hurled bolts of dark energy at the cultists, each strike leaving nothing but dismembered bodies in its wake. The cathedral's stone walls were splattered with blood, and the smell of burning flesh began to permeate the air.
"That all you got?" Teen shouted, her voice filled with manic glee as she tore through yet another group of enemies. "Come on! I thought you were supposed to be powerful!"
One of the cult's higher-ranking members, a twisted sorcerer with unnaturally long limbs and glowing eyes, charged at Teen, his hands ablaze with a sickly green flame. Teen smirked and met him head-on, their powers colliding in an explosion of light. The sorcerer's magic began to wrap around her throat, choking the life out of her.
For a moment, Teen struggled, her eyes widening as the sorcerer's grip tightened. But then, her expression twisted into a cruel smile.
"You really think that's enough to stop me?" she rasped, her voice full of venom.
With a sudden surge of power, Teen shattered the sorcerer's hold, and with a single gesture, she ripped him apart. His body exploded into pieces, blood and gore raining down on the altar below. Teen landed back on the ground, breathing hard but victorious.
Y/n, drenched in blood from their own kills, looked over at Teen. "That the last of them?"
Teen wiped blood from her face and grinned. "Yeah, but let's make sure this place never spits out another monster like them again."
Together, they stood before the altar, where the remaining cultists—those too weak to fight or too terrified to move—cowered. Teen raised her hands once more, and with a violent gesture, she began to rip the cathedral apart, stone by stone. The walls crumbled, and the roof caved in. Screams echoed as the cultists were crushed beneath the debris, their bodies mangled and broken.
Y/n watched as the destruction unfolded, their heart pounding in their chest. This wasn't just revenge; this was annihilation. And it felt good.
The last remnants of the cathedral fell, burying the coven and their vile magic for good. Teen and Y/n stood amidst the rubble, the air thick with dust and death. The ground beneath them was soaked with blood, and the eerie silence that followed the massacre was deafening.
Teen looked over at Y/n, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, she let out a low, humorless laugh. "We did it. We fucking did it."
Y/n nodded, wiping blood from their face. "Yeah. But at what cost?"
Teen shrugged, her eyes dark and unfeeling. "Does it matter? They're dead, and we're alive. That's all that counts."
As they turned to leave the wreckage behind, there was no sense of triumph—just the cold satisfaction of having survived. But deep down, they both knew that something in them had shifted. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back now.
The darkness had claimed them, and they embraced it.
