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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Y/n had always known that Cyn was evil—maybe even beyond evil. Cyn was the very embodiment of destruction, manipulation, and chaos, the Absolute Solver using her body as a twisted tool for carnage. The devastation Cyn had unleashed on Earth, on Copper 9, the countless lives lost... It should've made her irredeemable. Yet, Y/n couldn't help but be drawn to her, caught in the spiral of obsession and love for something she knew she could never truly have. Something far too dangerous to want.
Cyn, on the other hand, always seemed indifferent. Perhaps it was because Y/n was a girl, and Cyn had made it clear long ago that her interests lay elsewhere. She had spoken of boys once, in a flippant, cruel tone as if dismissing Y/n entirely. It had hurt—hurt more than Y/n ever wanted to admit. But there was something about the emptiness behind Cyn's words, the fractured shell of her being, that kept Y/n from walking away.
And so, Y/n channeled all her emotions into a song. It was the only way she could express the swirling depth of feelings she had. She couldn't confront Cyn head-on with her words—Cyn would laugh, or worse, crush her underfoot like another insignificant worker drone. But music... music could speak to the broken, the lost. And Y/n believed there was something still human in Cyn, some part of her that might remember what it was to feel.
The song was raw, vulnerable. Each lyric bared Y/n's soul, weaving her sorrow, her longing, and her fear of loving something so destructive. It spoke of the pain of loving someone who could never love you back—who could never see you for who you were. But it also spoke of hope. Of seeing beyond the chaos, beyond the violence, to the person who had once been there before the Absolute Solver took over. To the girl Cyn once was.
Y/n brought the song to Cyn one evening, her heart pounding in her chest, knowing that this could either be the beginning or the end of everything.
Cyn stood in the shadows, her gaze cold and distant as Y/n began to read the lyrics aloud. At first, there was no reaction. Cyn didn't move, didn't blink. She just stared, as though Y/n's words meant nothing. But Y/n didn't stop. She poured every ounce of emotion into her voice, letting the words echo in the empty, abandoned building they stood in. She didn't falter, even when Cyn's expression remained unchanged.
And then something shifted.
It was small, almost imperceptible. Cyn's shoulders stiffened. Her eyes, once vacant, flickered with something—something that wasn't the usual cruel amusement. For a moment, Y/n thought she saw Cyn... hesitate. Her hands, which had been clenched tightly, relaxed slightly as if the words had slipped past her defenses.
"You think... this is going to change anything?" Cyn's voice was sharp, but there was an edge of uncertainty in it, something Y/n hadn't heard before.
"I don't know," Y/n replied, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "But I had to try. Because... because I see more in you, Cyn. I see more than just the destruction, more than just the monster you want everyone to believe you are."
Cyn's eyes narrowed, but she didn't interrupt, didn't cut Y/n down as she had so many times before.
"I don't care if you don't like girls, or if you never feel the same way about me," Y/n continued. "But I know that there's something inside you that can still feel. Something that can still hear the music in this. I just... I want you to know that someone sees you. The real you."
For the first time, Cyn looked at her—really looked at her. There was no mocking smile, no cruel retort. Just silence. And in that silence, Y/n could see something breaking apart behind those cold, calculating eyes.
"You... think you know me?" Cyn's voice was quieter now, as if she were asking herself the question. "You think that song of yours can fix what I am?"
"No," Y/n said softly. "But it's not about fixing. It's about seeing."
For a long moment, Cyn didn't respond. Then, slowly, almost reluctantly, she turned away, her figure slipping into the darkness. But before she disappeared completely, she glanced back at Y/n.
"You're a fool," Cyn muttered, but there was something different in her tone now—something that almost sounded like vulnerability. "But maybe... not as much of a fool as I thought."
And with that, she was gone, leaving Y/n standing alone, heart racing, unsure of what had just happened. But for the first time, Y/n felt that maybe, just maybe, she had reached Cyn in a way no one else ever had.
Maybe Cyn wasn't ready to change, but she had listened. And that, Y/n thought, was more than she had ever hoped for.
