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fandomfics · 5 months ago

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The Trouble with Love part 1

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x fem Reader, John Hancock x fem Reader

Description: After a mishap in the wasteland you are left to wonder if the ghouls you care for and have traveled with for years feel anything for you. The answers you find are not what you expected and leave you with more questions than answers.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

18+ only, MDNI

Unprotected p in v, creampie, oral, restraints, abandonment, drugs, violence

It's a long one, search for the break if you're here just for the good stuff.

Your head lulls back lazily and your eyes close as you sink further into the armchair you chose in the third rail VIP lounge. The jet dulls your senses until you only hear the sweet seductive music of Magnolia. Her crooning washes over you in waves, sending the painful thoughts of life in the wasteland into oblivion, even if only for a short time.

When your high finally starts to fade you hear familiar voices closing in on you. Your eyes shoot open and your head snaps up, you see the two ghouls standing right in front of you. The memory of waking up alone in the wasteland causes your face to warm with anger, "Are you fucking kidding me? You left me out there in that shack to go find your fix, without a word. I don't want to see either of your faces again."

You push through them and briskly make your way to the exit, leaving them dumfounded, their bumbling pleas for you to wait falling on deaf ears. You need to get away. You have a room at the rexford, but you know they will come knocking with an excuse, some charismatic bullshit peppered with pet names that make your heart flutter.

The cool night air rushes you as the door opens and you are grateful for the relief it brings with it. Bobbi's abandoned place is just around the corner, and with her dead you can hide out for the night in peace. They don't immediately follow you out, and you don't hear the door open again as you absent-mindedly you turn into the dark alleyway, mulling over your next move. You have a few jobs to finish, and getting a partner you trust is your first thought, "MacCready's never let me down," you whisper to yourself, expecting only silence in response.

"He ain't got yer back like I do, sugar." Cooper's low growl echoes in the darkness behind you.

"Jesus fucking Christ Cooper," you turn, startled. "Take the hint, leave me alone. At least Hancock had the decency not to follow me." The words leave a stinging feeling in your chest knowing he doesn't care enough to try.

A gloved hand catches your wrist and holds you in place, "please darlin', can't ya just listen ta what I have ta say?"

You hesitate and he pulls you towards him so your face to face. Hes wearing an expression you haven't seen from him before, a mix of sadness and longing. His hand slides from your wrist down to your hand, chuckling softly as confusion furrows your brow.

"No. I'm done with your sweet talk." you pull your hand violently from his and land an uppercut he isn't expecting, without a second thought you leave him in the darkness. Once inside the abandoned building you slide the deadbolt in place, the click of the lock allows your brain to catch up with your emotions and tears well in your eyes. Heaving sobs rack your body as you let loose and exhaustion takes hold, the dirty matress in the corner isn't the best in the Commonwealth but tonight it's the most comfort you have as you cry yourself to sleep.

You wake midday to a cold empty room and stretch stiffly before gathering yourself enough to face the day. You return to the third rail VIP lounge to seek out MacCready, but find his usual spot empty, "Hey Charlie, you seen Mac?" You ask the bot at the bar.

"Took a job he did" it says in a cockney accent.

With your only other option for a companion in goodneighbor gone you decide to go it alone on your next job. A few hours later, with your weapons and armor prepped, and a host of chems and food in your pack, the time comes to leave the safety of goodneighbor. The emotions you feel about what happened and the fact that neither ghoul tried to see you again before you left leaves a pit in your stomach, you thought they cared, but maybe you were wrong.

The long trek northwest to the Cambridge police station is unusually tame, you run into a few stray ferals and roaches, but nothing else until you reach Kendall hospital. You marked this place on your map for a sweep, most hospitals are well picked over but you are determined to check it out anyways. The exterior is eerily quiet with the exception of a rusty chain creaking as the wind picks up and the head attached to the end is caught in the gust. Before moving towards the door you pull Maria from her holster, as you check that the clip is full a memory threatens to bring unwanted feelings to the surface.

4 years earlier you and Cooper sat in a dilapidated building as a radstorm raged on outside. With nothing else to do he taught you a game called caravan and told you about his time in New Vegas as you played. After consistently beating you and taking all the caps you had on you at the time, you wanted one last game, "Last one" you said placing your favorite laser pistol on the table. He let out a hearty laugh that you hadn't heard before and slammed the 9mm on the table to match.

"This is Maria," the engraved surface flickered green in the glow of the storm, "Got 'er off a courier in New Vegas as payment fer a job. Haven't parted with 'er since."

You know he threw the game, you used to think it was his weird way of showing he was sweet on you, but now you feel clueless. You push the memory from your mind as you slam the clip back into place and holster the weapon. In your time since emerging from the cryogenic chamber you've become quite adept at bounty hunting and mercenary work, holding your own against some of the best in the Commonwealth, surpassing even Cooper. You know in this situation Maria is your back up, in close combat the main attraction is a simple knife.

You easily sneak through the encampment inside and take raiders down one by one until you're finally spotted by the few who remain.

"She'll be perfect for the next meal." One says in a weasly voice. Below, as if on cue, you hear the growl of a creature you've encountered many times before, and in your short pause you are distracted enough to be pushed over the edge of the platform by someone you had managed to miss. Instinctively you put your hands out in front of yourself to break your fall and yelp in pain when when you make contact with the ground and hear the sick crunch of your wrist breaking. Before you can stand you hear heavy clawed footsteps coming towards you. You pop up as the deathclaw rounds the corner and you see it's carrying someone in one hand, when it spots you it lets out a massive roar that rumbles you to the core and throws the figure at you. The body narrowly avoids you as it flies by, and when it lands just behind you, you see who it is. Hancock.

You don't have time to think about why or how as the creature charges you, the sweeping motions of its claws extending towards you kicks your ass into gear and you squeeze yourself into a space it can't reach and slam a stim into your arm. Laughter rings out above and it gives you an idea. Maria makes her appearance and a carefully aimed shot at the rickety bridge the raiders stand on causes it to give way and they fall in a cacophony of terrified screams. With the deathclaw distracted you run to Hancock to see if he's alive, and when you find he is you drag him towards the exit of the hospital with your one good hand. You are less surprised when you turn the corner to see Cooper propped up against the doors, slashes in his shirt cross his chest, he's covered in blood but he's already healed. He strains forward towards the inhaler vial he relies so heavily on, just out of his reach. When you finally have Hancock close to the door you kick to vial closer to Cooper, "make yourself useful." The loathing clear in your voice. You try the door as he inhales the chem and find it's locked.

"Switch." He breathes out in relief.

You groan, the deathclaw is still preoccupied with the scum you dropped from the level above giving you just enough time to find the switch and flip it allowing the doors to be opened. Your wrist is finally healed enough to pull John through and you leave Cooper to his own devices. You collapse to the ground to catch your breath. A few minutes pass before Hancock stirs where you dropped him, he turns his head and sees you, "shit."

After shooting him a scathing look you stand and dust yourself off before storming of in the direction of a nearby diner. Cooper exits the building and helps John to his feet before they try and catch up to you. After clearing the diner in silence you are too exhausted to protest their presence in your vicinity and curl up in a booth to play red menace on your pip-boy.

They sit across from you and you try to ignore them, but they start talking over each other trying to explain everything. You sit up and look them in the eye.

"Look, I don't know what you are up to, but you're clearly not going to leave me alone until You've had your say. If I hear you out, will you promise to leave me alone?"

Both ghouls nod solemnly and Hancock starts, "we didn't mean to leave you, sunshine. You'll laugh when you hear what actually happened..." He chuckles nervously, "we were outside talkin' and this trader rolls up lookin like he's got a good stash, if ya know what I mean. Comes over offerin up a free sample. well, one thing leads to another and this cowboy and I wake up tied to his Brahmin, gagged. Turns out he wanted to experiment some new chems on us. He wouldn't have ended up dead if he just told us that. I would have gladly obliged."

"Okay, say I believe you. Why are you here? Just to tell me a bullshit story?"

"Well darlin'," Cooper chimes in, "we wanted to make sure yer safe gettin where yer goin'."

"Have you forgotten that I'm the one that usually saves your asses? I have kept you 2 safe more than you have me." You laugh and their bravado falls. "I never kept you around to keep me safe, more than anything I kept you around because...I enjoyed your company. I thought you enjoyed mine too. Clearly I was mistaken if that bullshit story is any indication." You wipe a tear from your eye as you sniffle. "You don't even respect me enough to tell me the truth."

"I can prove it happened." Hancock chokes out desperately. "I can't speak for this asshole, but I sure as shit don't want to loose you. You're a really good...friend. someone I can rely on. I don't blame you if you're done with me, but if you're willing to give me the chance, meet me at Irma's. Dr. Amari can help me prove it. "

"What he said." Cooper nods at Hancock

"I'll think about it. You 2 can stay here tonight, but in the morning I'm going on this job alone." You say scooting out of the booth to head to your bedroll.

The night passes uneventfully and in the morning you leave before the ghouls stir. You meet up with Paladin Danse of the BOS and spend a couple weeks helping out him and his team. He offers you a position in the brotherhood, and you're tempted to take it, leave behind all these messy feelings you've been consumed with in your time since parting with the ghouls. In the end you decide to return to goodneighbor to at least find closure if you can.

Dr. Amari is talking about the testing she's been doing since you linked up with Valentine to go through Kellogg's memories, but you aren't really listening. The rhythmic tapping of Cooper's boot behind you doesn't help. You're anxiously waiting to get this done so you can move on. When she realizes you aren't paying any attention she stops and waits for you to look up.

"You need to know what Hancock is willing to allow," she turns to the memory lounger that's connected to yours and addresses him, "will you allow her to see your entire mind or only the memories that you present."

"Sister, I'm an open book. She can look anywhere she wants."

With that the loungers close and a message appears on the screen.

Please wait.

After a moment you are pulled into a memory that John presents you first, you can hear his thoughts before you see the images. The trader, the drugs, the kidnapping, every word he said was true...at least according to this.

When the memory is finished playing you probe deeper into his mind, you're looking for the moment in the diner when he was presenting his case. From his eyes you see yourself in the booth playing your game.

"I fucked up, but I've got to try and make this right." His voice echoes from nowhere in particular, and you listen as everything plays out. There is no deception in his words, but when you get up to leave the booth his thoughts leave you in shock. The feeling of a deep sadness leaves your chest feeling empty, he wanted to reach out for your hand, comfort you.

"There she goes. Probably the last time I talk to her and I said she was a friend. A fuckin friend. Can't even confess I love her...not like I deserve her..." His thoughts continue as he finds another booth to lay in for the night.

"She loves Cooper anyway, not like I'd even have a chance."

A knot forms in your stomach and you release his memories, panting as the sound of Dr. Amari's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Uh... guess it's time for Coop." You say looking to John, unable able to decern the expression on his face.

They switch seats and Dr. Amari asks Cooper if he'd allow you to probe, unsurprisingly he answers no, but you know his painful past and don't hold it against him.

The process begins again, but the first memory you're presented isn't the kidnapping. It's the day after you won Maria off of him, someone had told you about a shooting range nearby and you wanted to test out your shiny new toy. You stood side by side shooting into the targets you had spread out, and when you were focused on your shot he glanced over to you, his thoughts were only of you.

It wasn't words, just feelings. He wanted to pull you close, run a hand through your hair and bring your face to his, feel you pressed against him as your lips touched. He wanted to be with you, but he didn't believe you could ever love him like that.

The memory fades away and the next one is what you expected. It corroborates Hancock's story, you're still pissed that they were careless, but you feel better knowing they weren't lying. Now you have an entirely new dilemma.

The lounger opens and Dr. Amari ensures that you're stable before allowing you to leave. When the ghouls begin to speak you hold up a hand to stop them.

"You both gave me a lot to think about. I believe you, but I need to go rest for a bit. Gather myself."

They allow you to leave in peace and you head to your room in the rexford. The jacket and jeans you wear feel hot and constricting, before laying in bed you strip to your underwear to let your skin breathe. Your mind is swimming you've thought of both of them romantically... physically. You remain lost in thought for hours, staring at the ceiling until there's a knock on the door. You open it to see Hancock standing in front of you with an offering of jet.

"I just wanted to give you this," he pushes it into your hands, "to take the edge off." And you set it on the side table.

He turns to walk away but you call him back, "wait, come in...please."

He eyes light up with hope as he steps inside and the door closes behind him.

"I don't know if you were able to see where I went in your mind-"

"Yeah I could sister. " He interjects

"Oh, well, I wish I'd known earlier. I-I mean I felt...feel the same way, I just don't know-"

With your admission he closes the short distance between you, one hand snakes up the back of your neck into your hair and the other goes to your waist. He pulls you close and his lips meet yours, the kiss is deep but gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and sink into his passionate embrace. After a time you both pull away and he looks into your eyes, "Heh. Moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull. Because no one like me should be this lucky."

"John," you say with a furrowed brow, "there's something I need to tell you."

He looks concerned but says nothing in return.

"For the longest time I've fought against all these conflicting emotions, for you...for Coop. In the memory den, He showed me how he feels...I'm more confused than ever, but I know I love you both"

"Oh..." He looks away with disappointment, starting to pull away, but you hold him place.

"Please don't go." You plead

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"I want you more than anything sunshine," he looks deep into your eyes, "but I don't want you to do something you'll regret later"

"I want you too." You're unable to hold yourself back and you kiss him hard.

"Are you sure," he says, pulling away.

"Positive."

He pushes you up against the wall, hungry for your kiss, you moan softly as his hands find your ass and squeeze. You push off his coat and he takes the hint, removing his shirt as well. You guide him towards the couch where you push him down and climb into his lap. When you sit he lets out a groan and you feel his cock hardening beneath you. You snatch the jet from the table and bring it to your lips, inhaling deep before turning it to Hancock. After taking his hit he rests his hands on your hips and guides you to grind against him, feeling your underwear cling to your slit as your need grows. His lips trail kisses along your neck and chest as he removes your bra. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of you before pulling you close for another kiss. The feel of his rough skin against your nipples is electrifying, causing you to writhe on top of him.

You tease him a while longer, and when he can't stand it a second more he picks you up and carries you to the bed. He sits you on the edge and whips the sash off from around his hips. You hold out your wrists as he does so, urging him to bind your hands, "You need a safeword, sunshine?"

"Me? No. But you might." You say with a seductive smile.

"Well I'll be damned...caught myself a lil freak." His gravely voice fueling your desire even more. He takes your hands and pushes them behind your back and ties them securely, but safely while his lips graze your neck.

"In that case, Grognak." You both chuckle.

He pushes you onto your back and straddles you, bringing his face just inches from yours and runs a finger ever so lightly over the curves of your body causing a shiver to run down your spine. His fingers meet the cotton of your underwear and find the wetness between your thighs, "ohhh," he moans softly, "feels like you're ready to get this freakshow on the road."

He forces you to turn over on your stomach and grabs your hips, yanking them up until your ass is in the air and tugs your underwear down. You hear his knees hit the floor and before you can register what he's doing his tongue is running the length of your slit, greedily lapping you up. The pad of his thumb finds your bud and swirls around as his tongue continues to explore you, eliciting gentle moans from you. He brings you to the brink of climax, and you beg for release, but he doesn't allow it.

"Not yet." He gets up and walks away leaving you exposed.

You protest while you hear his footsteps cross the room, turning your head to try and see what he's doing, your face pressed into the matress making it difficult to catch a glimpse. You hear the sound of clothing falling to the floor as he hums, admiring how you look, helpless, completely at his mercy.

"Now this is my kinda art."

"Please John, fuck me!" You whine waiting for him to do something, your dripping cunt aching to take him in.

He takes your plea to heart and is on you in a flash. He teases your entrance with the tip of his dick, "you're so fucking wet" He growls, almost feral, before you slam yourself back causing him to moan loudly. He mercilessly pumps into you, giving you exactly what you wanted. He reaches forward and grabs your tits, kneading them as he pulls you up so you're back is Against his chest. His hot breath on your neck as he pants heavily adds another heavenly sensation that brings you close to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum." You manage to gasp out

"Make a mess sunshine." He whispers in your ear, and you fully obey. Your whole body shudders, constricting around him with each wave of mind numbing pleasure that pulses through you, bringing his climax to meet yours.

He gently releases your restraints lays you only the bed properly before snuffing out the lights and joining you. You lay your head on his chest, ear just above his heart to listen to the slowing rhythm. His arms wrap around you and sleep comes effortlessly.

You wake to an empty room, sure that Hancock has some mayoral duties to attend to and hadn't wanted to disturb your deep sleep. For a moment you lay there in bliss until your thoughts catch up and you realize that you need to talk to Cooper. As if on que you hear a knock on the door and his voice on the other side, "Hey sleepyhead. We need to talk."

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callsigns-haze · 8 months ago

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Prison for life..

Pairing: Acotar x reader Warning: This fic contains scenes of peril, violence, and suspense, as well as moments of light-hearted humor and camaraderie. Reader discretion is advised. Summary: Amidst the eerie shadows of the dark woods, YN faces a terrifying encounter with a malevolent beast, only to be rescued by the timely intervention of Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian, whose camaraderie and laughter serve as a beacon of light in the midst of darkness.

This is kinda a request by @callsign-magnolia, i didn't know what to write and the cutie helped me come up with an idea legit only like 2 hours back

Song I kinda used is Prison for life because 🎶I'm a feminist, obviously But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me And I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I would like his protection I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night If anybody hurts you, hah I'm goin' to prison for life🎶

As YN found herself amidst the grandeur of the Court of the Long Lost Gods, her mind was consumed with the weight of her impending speech. As the sole High Lady present, she understood the significance of this moment—it was her chance to make an impression, to assert her authority, and to inspire confidence in her leadership.

Yet, despite her best efforts, YN couldn't seem to shake off the nagging sense of doubt that gnawed at her confidence. She paced the opulent halls of the court, her footsteps echoing in the vast expanse, as she rehearsed her speech over and over again.

But each time she spoke the words aloud, they fell flat, lacking the conviction and passion she knew they needed to command attention. Frustration bubbled within her, a simmering brew of anxiety and self-doubt that threatened to overwhelm her.

"I am the High Lady," she whispered to herself, trying to summon the confidence she so desperately needed. "I am capable. I am worthy."

Yet, no matter how many times she repeated the words, they felt hollow, devoid of the strength and conviction she knew she possessed deep within.

With a frustrated sigh, YN sank onto a nearby bench, her hands running through her hair in exasperation. How could she hope to lead her people if she couldn't even find the words to inspire them?

But then, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a glimmer of determination flickered within her. She may not have the perfect speech prepared, but she refused to let her doubts hold her back.

Rising to her feet once more, YN straightened her shoulders and squared her jaw, a newfound resolve burning bright in her eyes. She may not have all the answers, but she was determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and determination.

With renewed purpose, YN returned to her preparations, ready to face the court and deliver a speech that, while imperfect, would be filled with the sincerity and passion that defined her as a leader. For she knew that true leadership wasn't about perfection—it was about courage, conviction, and the unwavering belief in oneself, even in the face of uncertainty.

As YN continued to read over her speech, frustration bubbled within her like a pot left too long on the stove. With each stumble over her words, her irritation mounted, threatening to boil over.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with frustration as she reread a particularly troublesome passage for what felt like the hundredth time. "Why can't I get this right?"

Her fingers clenched tightly around the parchment, crumpling the edges as she fought to rein in her frustration. But try as she might, the words refused to cooperate, slipping through her grasp like water through clenched fists.

"Stupid, worthless speech," she cursed, her tone sharp with self-directed anger. "Why does it have to be so damn difficult?"

Each mistake felt like a blow to her pride, a reminder of her own inadequacy in the face of the daunting task before her. She knew she needed to impress the court, to prove herself worthy of her title as High Lady, but in this moment, all she could focus on was her own frustration and self-doubt.

With a frustrated growl, YN tossed the parchment aside, her patience worn thin by her repeated failures. She buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of her responsibilities pressing down upon her like a leaden cloak.

But even in the midst of her frustration, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind—a voice that reminded her of her strength, her resilience, and her unwavering determination to succeed. And with that voice as her guide, YN took a deep breath, steeling herself for another attempt.

With renewed determination, she picked up the parchment once more, her eyes blazing with determination as she prepared to tackle her speech head-on. For she knew that no matter how many times she stumbled and fell, she would always rise again, stronger and more determined than ever before.

As frustration gnawed at YN's patience, threatening to overwhelm her, a sudden intrusion broke through the turmoil of her thoughts. Rhysand's voice, clear and unmistakable, echoed in her mind—a telepathic communication that caught her completely off guard.

"Having a bit of trouble there, YN?" Rhysand's voice teased, his amusement palpable even through the telepathic link.

YN's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the unexpected intrusion. She hadn't seen Rhysand since the ball, and the sudden appearance of his voice in her mind sent a jolt of surprise coursing through her veins.

"Rhys," she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "What are you doing?"

Rhysand's laughter rang out in her mind, a warm and familiar sound that washed over her like a soothing balm. "Just thought I'd check in on my favourite High Lady," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "And it seems I've caught you at a rather... opportune moment."

YN couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. Leave it to Rhysand to appear just when she needed a distraction the most.

"Opportune is one way to put it," she replied, her frustration giving way to amusement as she considered the absurdity of the situation. "I suppose you're enjoying the show?"

Rhysand's laughter echoed in her mind once more, a sound that warmed her heart and eased the tension that had been building within her. "Immensely," he admitted, his tone tinged with amusement. "But in all seriousness, YN, you've got this. I have every confidence in you."

His words were like a lifeline, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this struggle, and that even in her moments of doubt, she could always count on the support of her friends.

"Thank you, Rhysand," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I needed that."

With Rhysand's encouragement ringing in her ears, YN squared her shoulders and returned her focus to the task at hand. With renewed determination, she dove back into her speech, ready to conquer her frustrations and deliver a performance that would do justice to her title as High Lady of the Court of the Long Lost Gods.

As YN struggled with her speech, Rhysand's voice once again intruded into her thoughts, his suggestion cutting through the frustration like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

"Hey, YN," he murmured telepathically, his tone conspiratorial. "What do you say we ditch the speech altogether? I know a much more enjoyable way to spend the evening."

YN's eyebrows furrowed in surprise at Rhysand's proposal, her mind racing with the implications of his suggestion. It was a tempting offer, to be sure—escaping the confines of the Court of the Long Lost Gods for a night of freedom and revelry in the Night Court. But she knew she couldn't simply abandon her responsibilities, not when she had a duty to fulfill as High Lady.

"I don't know, Rhys," she replied hesitantly, torn between her desire for adventure and her sense of duty. "I can't just leave without giving my speech. It wouldn't be right."

Rhysand's voice was gentle but insistent as he pressed his case. "You've been stressing over that speech for hours, YN," he pointed out. "And besides, who's to say we can't have a little fun before getting back to business? Trust me, it'll be worth it."

YN chewed on her lower lip, torn between her sense of obligation and the allure of Rhysand's proposition. The thought of slipping away into the night, of leaving her worries and responsibilities behind—even if just for a few hours—was undeniably tempting.

"Is there any chance you can slip past the guards?" Rhysand inquired, his voice tinged with hopeful anticipation. "I'll meet you at the edge of the woods, and from there, it's a straight shot to the Night Court. What do you say?"

YN hesitated for only a moment before making her decision. With a sense of exhilaration building within her, she replied, "Okay, Rhys. Let's do it. Meet you at the edge of the woods."

And with that, she made up her mind—ready to embrace the adventure that awaited her beyond the confines of the Court of the Long Lost Gods, and eager to reunite with her friends for a night of laughter, camaraderie, and the promise of endless possibilities in the Night Court.

With a racing heart and a sense of excitement coursing through her veins, YN cautiously made her way through the corridors of the castle, her steps light and deliberate as she sought to evade the watchful eyes of the guards. Every creak of the floorboards sent a shiver down her spine, every shadow cast by flickering torchlight seemed to loom ominously in her path.

She moved with the stealth of a seasoned predator, her senses attuned to the slightest sound or movement that might betray her presence. Each corner turned, each door passed sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to reach her destination undetected.

As she slipped through the castle's halls like a ghost in the night, YN couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her surroundings—the ornate tapestries adorning the walls, the intricate carvings that adorned the doorways, the soft glow of candlelight that illuminated her path. Yet, even as she admired the grandeur of her surroundings, her thoughts remained fixed on the task at hand—the tantalizing promise of freedom that lay just beyond the castle walls.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of tense anticipation, YN reached the outer courtyard of the castle, her heart pounding in her chest as she surveyed her surroundings. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the city below, while the distant sounds of revelry drifted on the night breeze—a siren call beckoning her to join in the festivities.

With a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure she hadn't been followed, YN slipped through the castle gates and out into the bustling streets beyond. The city was alive with activity, the air thick with the scent of spices and laughter as people moved about their business, unaware of the secret mission unfolding in their midst.

Heart pounding with a heady mixture of excitement and apprehension, YN navigated the winding streets of the city with practiced ease, her senses sharp and alert as she sought to avoid any unwanted attention. She moved with purpose and determination, her steps quickening as the edge of the woods loomed in the distance—a beacon of freedom that called out to her with irresistible allure.

And as she disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving the castle and the city behind her, YN couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through her veins—a sense of liberation that filled her with a renewed sense of purpose and determination. For tonight, she was not just the High Lady of the Court of the Long Lost Gods—she was a woman on a mission, ready to embrace the adventure that awaited her beyond the confines of her gilded cage.

As YN ventured further from the castle and deeper into the night, she found herself drawn inexorably towards the looming shadows of the dark woods. The dense canopy overhead cast the forest floor in a cloak of inky darkness, the branches overhead intertwining like gnarled fingers reaching out to ensnare the unwary.

With each step she took, the air grew thick with a palpable sense of foreboding, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. Yet, despite the eerie atmosphere that surrounded her, YN pressed on, her determination unyielding as she ventured deeper into the heart of the woods.

The ground beneath her feet grew soft and spongy, the earth damp with the remnants of a recent rain, as she made her way through the tangled undergrowth. Shadows danced and shifted in the dim light, playing tricks on her mind as she navigated the labyrinthine pathways that crisscrossed the forest floor.

As she moved deeper into the heart of the woods, YN couldn't shake the feeling of being watched—a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine and quickened her pace. Yet, even as the darkness threatened to envelop her, she pressed on, driven by a sense of purpose and determination that refused to be extinguished.

With each step she took, the woods seemed to close in around her, the trees looming ominously overhead like silent sentinels guarding some long-forgotten secret. Yet, despite the sense of unease that prickled at the edges of her consciousness, YN forged ahead, her resolve unyielding as she ventured deeper into the unknown.

And as she disappeared into the depths of the dark woods, her footsteps echoing softly in the stillness of the night, YN couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. For though the path ahead was shrouded in darkness and uncertainty, she knew that it was a journey she must undertake.

As YN ventured deeper into the heart of the dark woods, a sense of unease settled over her like a heavy cloak. The shadows seemed to twist and coil around her, whispering secrets that sent a chill down her spine. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig underfoot, seemed to reverberate through the stillness of the night, amplifying her sense of vulnerability.

With each passing moment, the feeling of being watched intensified, prickling at the back of her neck like a thousand invisible eyes boring into her very soul. It was a sensation that made her skin crawl, that set her heart racing with a primal instinct to flee.

Yet, despite the rising tide of fear that threatened to overwhelm her, YN pressed on, her footsteps quickening as she sought to escape the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded her. Each step she took seemed to echo louder in the silence of the night, a steady rhythm that drove her forward with renewed urgency.

As she pushed herself to move faster, to put as much distance between herself and the oppressive weight of the woods as possible, YN couldn't shake the feeling that something lurked just beyond the edge of her vision—a presence that watched and waited with bated breath.

With every fiber of her being screaming for her to flee, YN pushed herself to run faster, to outrun the suffocating darkness that threatened to swallow her whole. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she raced through the tangled undergrowth, her senses on high alert for any sign of danger.

Panic surged through her veins like wildfire, driving her forward with an urgency born of primal instinct.

Branches snagged at her clothing, thorns scratched at her skin, but she paid no heed to the pain. All that mattered was escape, escape from the unseen terror that hunted her through the darkness.

With each frenzied footfall, YN's mind raced with desperate thoughts. Fear clutched at her throat like a vice, choking off her breath as she fought to outrun the shadowy menace that pursued her relentlessly.

In her terror-stricken state, YN found herself calling out, her voice echoing through the eerie stillness of the woods. "Rhys!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Rhys, please, hear me!"

She prayed that somehow, someway, her telepathic plea would reach Rhysand, her friend, her ally, her beacon of hope in the darkness. She clung to the hope that he would hear her, that he would come to her aid and rescue her from the clutches of whatever malevolent force lurked in the shadows.

But as she ran, her footsteps echoing like thunder in the silence of the night, YN couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach—that she was alone, that no one would come to save her from the nightmare that pursued her with unrelenting determination.

With each passing moment, her strength waned, her limbs heavy with exhaustion as she pushed herself to the brink of collapse. But still, she ran, her will to survive outweighing the overwhelming terror that threatened to consume her whole.

And as she disappeared deeper into the heart of the dark woods, her cries for help swallowed by the oppressive silence of the night, YN knew that she was in a fight for her life—a fight she couldn't afford to lose.

As YN's frantic footsteps pounded against the forest floor, her lungs burning with exertion, her foot caught on a hidden root, sending her crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Panic surged through her as she scrambled to her feet, only to find herself frozen in terror as a pair of glowing eyes emerged from the shadows, fixating hungrily on their prey.

But just as the beast lunged forward, ready to strike, a strong arm encircled YN's waist, pulling her back from the brink of danger. Startled, she turned to find herself face to face with Rhysand, his expression a mixture of concern and apology.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner," he murmured, his voice laced with regret as he helped her to her feet. "I should have been here to protect you."

Relief flooded through YN as she leaned into Rhysand's reassuring embrace, grateful for his timely intervention. Yet, even as she sought solace in his presence, the danger still lurked just beyond the edge of their sanctuary.

With a fierce battle cry, Azriel and Cassian emerged from the shadows, their weapons drawn as they faced off against the beast that threatened to tear them apart. Their movements were fluid and precise, their years of training evident as they fought with a determination born of necessity.

As the clash of steel rang out through the forest, YN watched with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prayed for her friends' safety. With each strike, each parry, they seemed to gain the upper hand, driving the beast back with a relentless fury.

And then, with a final, decisive blow, the creature let out a guttural roar of defeat, retreating into the darkness from whence it came. Panting with exertion, Azriel and Cassian turned to join Rhysand and YN, their faces weary but triumphant.

"We've got you, YN," Cassian said, his voice filled with reassurance as he clasped her shoulder in a show of solidarity. "We'll always have your back."

With a grateful nod, YN allowed herself to be enveloped in the warmth of her friends' embrace, knowing that no matter what dangers lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their bond of friendship and unwavering loyalty. And as they stood together in the aftermath of the battle, YN couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the strength and courage of those who stood by her side, ready to protect her at all costs.

As the tension of the moment began to ease, YN let out a long sigh of relief, her heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled encounter with the beast. With a rueful shake of her head, she couldn't help but let out a half-hearted chuckle as she muttered, "I am never going out with you guys AGAIN."

Her words hung in the air for a moment, the weight of their shared ordeal softened by the hint of levity in her tone. And then, as if on cue, Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian erupted into laughter, the sound echoing through the forest like a chorus of joyous relief.

"Oh, come on, YN," Rhysand said between laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

Azriel nodded in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Besides," he added, his voice tinged with amusement, "where's the fun in staying out of trouble?"

Cassian grinned, slinging an arm around YN's shoulders in a gesture of camaraderie. "Exactly," he chimed in. "Besides, what's life without a little excitement?"

Despite herself, YN couldn't help but smile at their infectious enthusiasm, the tension of the moment dissipating like mist in the morning sun. With a playful roll of her eyes, she leaned into their embrace, her heart lighter than it had been in hours.

"Fine," she conceded with a mock sigh. "But next time, let's try to avoid getting eaten by giant forest monsters, okay?"

The laughter that followed was like music to her ears, a symphony of friendship and camaraderie that filled her with a sense of belonging unlike anything she had ever known. And as they stood together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, YN couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds that united them—a bond that transcended danger and adversity, a bond that would endure for a lifetime and beyond.

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