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utterlyazriel · 3 months

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whom the shadows sing for —(and the thief's echoing hymn)

a/n: eek not a request but an idea that wouldn't leave me alone! thus... we embark on a mulan-esque story that i hope u will enjoy <3 big thank you's to @strangerstilinski who listened and helped immensely as i whittled a hunky idea down to a plot

word count: 2.9k

synopsis: Someone in the Illryians Mountains has been making a name for themselves— a bastard like Azriel and his brothers, ruffling the feathers of a war camp's Lords. But they seem to have no loyalty to the fighting legion, or much to anyone for that matter. fem!reader

— CHAPTER ONE :: STRANGERS

Frost was everywhere.

Despite all the eerie memories that tainted them, the Illyrian Mountains were hauntingly beautiful, even Azriel could admit that.

Pine trees stretched up tall, their timber trunks hidden beneath the snow-leaden branches. It was a sea of swirling frost. Snowflakes eddied down from the frozen sky, a soft blanket of white draped across the landscape.

He was sure that some, maybe the likes of Feyre and her artist's eye, could see that beauty easier than he could.

Beautiful, Azriel thought bitterly, but fucking freezing.

Normally, dealing with the likes of the war camps that riddled these mountains was left to Cassian. He had that raucous, fiery way about him that was far better suited to it. Enough pride to challenge the warriors and more than enough eager attitude to back his taunts if need be.

But Cassian was currently very much occupied— and highly unsuited to crack the whip against some rowdy Illyrians in his current state.

Azriel couldn't help the smile at the thought of when he'd last seen his brother.

Freshly mated Cassian looked as though he had tiny hearts circling around his head at all times. He resembled a puppy following his nose, always that wicked grin on his face as he trailed after Nesta. His adoration was impossible to miss.

Cassian had more than earned the time off. He deserved to celebrate properly, to have a couple weeks with no badgering worries, with no bickering Illyrian warriors to deal with (beyond his usual two).

So, as a mating gift to his brother —and partially to escape a house filled with intolerably mated couples— Azriel had taken over his duty temporarily. To oversee the war camps he detested so much.

Today, he was to investigate the rumoured stirrings amongst the camps and assess the level of threat it posed. More often than not, these sorts of stirrings were simply whispers of rebellion but nothing more.

There was an easy fix; a visit from one of the most powerful Illyrian warriors in history, or even from Rhys himself. It always made the Illyrians a little nervous and those whispers of a coup would sweep away with the wind in a matter of time.

This time, however, the network of spies that operated under Azriel had not come back spinning such rumours.

Instead, there was talk of Lords with ruffled feathers. Lords with bruised egos due to a single bastard warrior, rising in the ranks and not playing by the rules.

The familiarity of the situation was almost too ironic, Azriel thought. He had half a mind to tell Rhys what he had learned and leave them to it. Cauldron knew these brutal camps needed a bastard to challenge their ways from time to time.

But still, there was always the potential for such a warrior to pose a threat in the future. Azriel could not leave a possible danger to brew. No stone left unturned.

The snow beneath his boots was beginning to melt.

He had been standing in the cold and peering up at the war camp ahead, barely seen through the heavy snow falling, for too long now. Snow was gathering on his wings, tendrils of ice shooting through their sensitive membrane. Find the bastard.

Shaking off the snow, he began to walk.

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Gods forsaken males and their egos.

The bone in your forearm ached, having taken the brunt of your initial fall in the mud. It's covered in it too, the muck of the ground that always seemed to linger. Always a layer of dirt beneath your fingernails. Truly, one of the many incredible appeals of the Illyrian mountains was never actually being clean.

You'd probably hate it more— if it didn't do such a good job of masking unwanted scents.

But right now with a jagged cut that tears up your left arm, all the way to the elbow, you're cursing the mud. It's likely festering with uncountable grim diseases. You'll have to flush the wound to properly clean it before it begins to heal.

That means water. That means energy that you don't particularly feel like summoning to fetch it. You cast your glance to the window.

Outside, the Mother's Kiss howls loudly.

The southerly chilled wind current that Illyrians don such a precious name is quite fitting for their backward ways — to expect a kiss from your mother to have such a sting on the face.

Tonight, the current seems particularly fierce. The windows of your shelter rattle in warning. A storm had blown through camp rather unexpectedly and you'd caught the worst of it, tangled up in a snarling fest against Brudam.

Brudam, who is responsible for the current state of your arm. Your lip curls at the mere thought of the arrogant male. Your wings bunch up tightly and you huff quietly to nobody.

He'd caught wind of the broth you had made that had filled the stomach of three ravenous bastards in the camp. It had been just enough to keep them on their feet. Tonight, you know that one hot meal might very well be the difference that helps them survive the night.

But Illyrians are a tough breed— and they don't take kindly to people giving handouts, as Brudam had put it.

You preferred the term leveling the playing field.

As if Brudam and his Lord father had ever experienced to ache of starvation. Ever had to sleep in the snow with nothing but their own wings for warmth against a blizzard.

Another deep pain twinges in your arm and you hiss, drawn out of your thoughts. If you have to pick your wins, you can at least admit you're glad he had only found out about the broth— and had seemed none the wiser to the healing tonics you were slipping the freshly-clipped girls.

It ached to see them and their quivering wings. The way the muscles in their backs buckled when they tried to spread their wings, a cut too deep into the wrong nerve. It ached to see it, yes, but beneath that pain was an ocean of bitter and furious fire.

But your righteous anger would not help these girls.

You were not the most proficient healer and the tonics you were attempting... it was hard to say if they would make any difference in saving any females' wings.

You were gathering knowledge as best you could though, scraping together herbs that scarcely grew in the frozen climate. It was a poor imitation of something that might work.

Whether it would be enough... that was up to the Mother. But you had to try.

You assess the wound on your arm once more, wondering about the reserve of water you had in your small hut— whether you could both clean your wound and have enough to hydrate.

Another glance out at the wintry snowscape outside. You grimaced. If you didn't, you would have to bear the blistering chill of the Mother's Kiss to get more.

Weariness weighs on your bones. You hadn't been prepared for the fight, hence your almost embarrassing injury, and it drained you more than you expected.

You stand with a sigh and drag your feet toward the tiny cauldron filled with melted snow collected earlier in the day. It hangs over the fireplace, the embers within long since snuffed out. Your motion stirs them up.

For a moment, you stare into the fireplace. The water in the cauldron shimmers. The shelter creaks around you, bending in the wind.

It's covered in soot, marred by the flames that usually lick it from beneath it. The lip of it, however, is still clean enough to see your own reflection. You peer into it.

And in that reflection, you find a tall figure with massive wings looming above their shoulders standing behind you.

Your heart spasms in shock and you have to swallow your gasp of surprise. Your eyes dart up, frantically hunting for a weapon. You grab the closest object you can, your hand closing around a kitchen fork. And before they get the chance, you twist and lunge, arm raised.

The floorboards groan as your boots slam into them, darting forward to attack. But the male dodges you easily, your strike passing through empty air.

You don't stop, turning and striking for him once again. The male sways back again easily to avoid your swing and you scowl.

Quickly feigning one way, you watch as his hands, weaponless, move to defend his gut — and you change direction, fast. Neck exposed, you snarl as you sink the fork deep into his shoulder.

The male hisses in pain.

You falter for a moment at the noise but it's a mistake. His hands move so fast you barely see them, gripping your wrist that holds the fork and twisting it down to the ground, immobilising you from using it.

You snarl again and tug against him fruitlessly. A swell of panic begins to rise within you as you tug again, again, again. His hold doesn't falter.

"Stop," The male commands you quietly.

This time when you tug, he opens his fingers and you fly back onto your ass, wings flaring out a moment too late to catch yourself.

You expect him to trudge forward, to beat an attack down on you now that you're less defended, but he doesn't move from his spot.

In fact, you realise as you stare at him, cheat heaving, he hasn't attacked you at all.

His weapons, which there are many of them, stay strapped to his side, glittering against the snow's reflected light. You spot the siphon on his hand, a churning sapphire colour — and clock the matching one on his other hand.

This was not just any Illyrian warrior in your home.

Faintly, your panic subsides as you realise that if this male meant to hurt you —to kill you— he very well could have done so by now.

You let your eyes trail up, taking in the face so hidden in shadow, and recognize that the darkness swirling around him is not ordinary shadow.

The revelation has you sitting up a bit straighter, the bindings around your chest pulling tight. You swallow, your throat suddenly dry.

What do you say to one of the most powerful Illyrian warriors in history —one who served on Rhysand's inner circle, friend of the High Lord of the Night Court— when you've just stabbed him with a fork?

As if your thought had reminded him, the male —Azriel, you know his name to be— shifts and reaches for the utensil still sticking out of his shoulder. He yanks it out without a noise of complaint.

Then he says, "Considering your choice of weapon, it's no surprise Brudam cut up your arm."

You scowl at him but at a closer look, you can see that his expression isn't condescending. No, with his raised brows, he almost looks... impressed.

"I wasn't expecting visitors." You bite back defensively.

Azriel's eyes dance with amusement. He throws the fork onto your table with a clatter. "That's how you greet visitors?"

"Uninvited ones, yes."

His amusement fades, the planes of his face shadowed and yet still handsome. Like most Illyrians, there's this incomprehensible sense of elegance to him, an alluring pull tied to his very demeanor.

But looking at him now, even in the dimness of your shelter, you could see Azriel went beyond to type of beauty that usual Illyrians had. An unparalleled grace, an unmatched Adonis.

He is the most beautiful male you had ever seen—and you had just stabbed him with a fork.

"Sorry," You mutter eventually when he doesn't say anything.

You shift onto your knees to stand, your hand coming to cup beneath your elbow— the ache of the injury had begun to bleed back in now that you weren't focused on fighting off an intruder.

"You're forgiven." He says. You can see lightly, through the dimming light, the faint blood on his neck you've caused.

"You fight well," He comments, with the air of a compliment. Something like amusement is in his eyes when he says, "Even with your unusual choice of weapon."

You glare at him as you climb to your feet and all but collapse into a chair. You don't even have another to offer to him. Buried beneath your leathers, your chest aches in pain — a reminder that it's been bound for far too long. You ignore it and tilt your chin towards him.

"Why are you here?"

You're actually sure that even if you offered Azriel a chair he wouldn't take it, given how stiffly he stands before you. He takes a moment to answer, his gaze flitting around the small room you both stand in. Calculating, categorizing.

"There were rumours of a warrior turning up trouble here."

He fixes his hazel-eyed gaze on you. You steel yourself beneath it. "A couple days in your camp and it became clear who the outlier was."

A couple days? For some reason, you can't believe that he's been surveying this place without detection from anyone. Another glance at his shadows, the dark masses that hang around his shoulders, and you can believe it a little more.

Besides, it's hardly as though the Lords would deign to tell a bastard like you anything important.

You clench your jaw but don't say anything.

"Brudam mentioned you feeding some warriors." Azriel continues, his tone unreadable. Though something, you couldn't tell what, glittered in his eyes. "Not very in the spirit of Illyrians."

You scowl at him again. Even if he had once faced these conditions before, you wondered if his time away, spent Cauldron knows where, had softened his memory.

"It's not against any law."

"No, it isn't," Azriel says. His eyes narrow. "But making healing tonics without a Healer's jurisdiction and selling them to young females is."

Your heart stops for just a moment. How could he know that? The last batch you had dropped off had been over a month ago.

Without thinking you snarl back, "I'm not selling them, you prick."

Something blooms on Azriel's face, surprise and a hint of smugness.

Your mouth snaps shut as you realise what you've done. You curse yourself. Slumping back in your chair, your wings sag with you and you let them droop onto the floor, uncaring. He could very well be here to kill you, given the knowledge of what you had just admitted.

For a long moment, there's just silence.

You stare at the floor and wonder which version of the High Lord is true; the Court of Nightmares whose power ripples through these camps and keeps them in line. Or the rumours of a softer side, a dreamer.

You wonder, more importantly, which of those this male before you is friends with.

Something in the floor creaks when Azriel finally moves. He crosses the room swiftly to the fireplace and gathers two logs from the stack of firewood beside it, tossing them onto the pile of ash.

You watch, perturbed, as he hunches over the fireplace for a quiet minute— and when he pulls back, a small flame is burning on the wood. It dances on the log, entrancing and amber-coloured.

Heat begins to fill the room. You pick your wings up and stretch them towards it, grateful for how they begin to warm. You hadn't quite realised the extent of your chill until right now.

It's such a kindness that hasn't been shown to you in many years. Surprise and silent gratitude bloom in your chest.

Azriel turns back to face you. You school your surprise away.

"What's your name?" He asks, his voice gruff.

It's been a while since anyone asked that either. Bastard. Mongrel. Imposter. There are a thousand other words that have become your name whilst growing up here.

You can't tell him your name. In the same way you can't tell anyone here your real name without revealing too much about yourself.

So you shorten it and tell him that instead.

Azriel nods. Doesn't repeat it, doesn't blink at your hesitance. Instead, he just says, "Like I said, you fight well. You could be better though."

You frown at the backhanded compliment, something in you sneering at the jab at your fighting skills. Worse, you know he's right.

If you had weapons suited to your size, exercises that focused on your agility more than your brute strength... There's a good reason you have to work twice as hard as every other warrior in camp.

Azriel looks at your arm, no longer bleeding and beginning to stitch itself up. Shit, you really need to clean that first.

"Clean that and get a good night's rest." He orders, not meanly. Then he crosses the space of your shelter in a few paces of his long legs, heading for the door.

"You—" The question dares to come out of you. "You're not going to turn me in?"

Azriel pauses, one hand, one scarred hand you can now see with the fire going, on the door. So, the rumours of that were true.

"No," He says lowly. He sees you staring, and as if on command, the shadows swirling around his shoulders dart down to cover his hands. They and the doorknob in his hand disappear from sight completely.

You evade your eyes back up to his hauntingly beautiful face. His expression is stony, unreadable. He stares at you for a long moment, the dancing fire reflected in his hazel eyes.

"I'm going to train you."

[next part]

#ahhhh!!! i'm very excited for this one!!#pray i can do it justice !!#azriel #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger x you #azriel fic

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unikron-kitten-kat · 2 years

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Here is another OC of mine!

She is a variant though! She is Demon!Alex. She is a Variant of Alex, who I will make a post on later, who happened to have Demon parents. Er, at least sorta. Her Mom is a Demon-Halfling, and her Dad is the child of a Demon-Halfling and a Human.

Loving this style! Might try and draw my other more Main OCs in this style!

Btw, for anyone wondering, the text in the top right says "Well, mark me down as scared AND horny-"

Some info!

Demon!Alex always thought she was just aroace. And then she met her now boss; the one and only, the myth, the legend, Slenderman. He was just... So eye-catching. His appearance caught her off guard to be honest. In all the stories told, she would have expected him to be some sorta goofy tree-ent fea beast or something, not a sexy Eldritch Demi-God.

She was among the first Proxies Slenderman 'adopted', but she didn't really see him as a father figure as most the other Proxies did. Unlike most, she actually had a decent childhood, with loving parents, who are still alive btw. She was just... Influenced by the wrong people.. And due to the fact she opened her eyes to the kind of people they were a little too late, she lost her immediate trust of anybody she came across.

Slenderman was just lucky he found 'half-dead' and unconscious. She begrudgingly follows his orders. You could say she is a really big trouble-maker, and Slenderman finds her to be more difficult than Jeff and the Quartet: Jeff himself, Toby, BEN, and Eyeless. She just.. Really hates authority due to past experiences.. Either that or she really enjoys seeing him angry.. Nobody knows which one.

Alex uses She/Her, is a cis female. Probably straight. She is 5'7", and is a Demon-Halfling. Human Halfling to be more specific. She can control some form of flame known as the Green variant of Demon Phyr, which is lower on the scale of power, but still strong enough to ward off even Slenderman. Her wings are normally small, for convenience, but they can grow to be gigantic. Her tail too. Her Demon Half is of the specie Could Jumpers. Their wings are typically massive, with large tails to steer and jerk to make fast u-turns. Her horns were severed and couldn't grow back. Only one side of her head grew horns.

When Alex gets flustered, her eyes widen, pupils fluctuate between large and small. Her body goes rigid, her wings spike outward, her tail coils, her already melty halo drips even more.. She shakes a bit too. Probably from how tense her body just became..

She essentially made 'Operator merch' for her and the other proxies to wear. The telling detail being Slenderman's mark being on the clothing in any form: a patch, a print, anything.

She acts all stoic, and is all bark and bite, until Slenderman steps into the picture. Sure others would only notice she stops yelling and whatnot, her exterior not changing much, with that Death GlareTM being a permanent expression of her face. But when everyone else leaves is pretty much when her tail goes between her legs. Honestly, she is conflicted with her body parts. Sure, being a Demon-Halfling is cool and all, but not when your Eldritch Boss can physically see how powerless you are against him.. But it is hot tho-

KINKS BELOW, LOL

If she had the balls, would probably audibly ask Slenderman to step on her, or choke her. Due to how her body registers pain, she developed a sort of pain kink, so is a machosist. Would probably drop the entire bold-face act and become a submissive lil pet if Slenderman put a collar on her. She is touch starved ngl. Been living away from her parents for a long while(still keeps in touch tho), and hasn't been in any relationships due to her immense trust issues. Probably has both a praise and a humiliation kink. Literally into BDSM. Slenderman could literally bully her while she is restrained and she would LOVE it.

#my oc #creepypasta oc #creepypasta #proxies #slenderman x oc #slenderman #the operator #Demon!Alex

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bugsyfics · 3 years

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Two Can Be Better Than One

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader x Nozel Silva

Fandom: BC

Summary: Y/N misses her boyfriend Fuegoleon and is aroused by the thought of him. When he arrives she’s shocked that he brought a guest by unexpectedly. The guest isn’t leaving and Fuego doesn’t mind sharing.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, masturbation, thigh riding, partner sharing, face sitting, slight hair pulling

Word Count: 1.9k

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You sat next to the fireplace listening to the crackling logs, wondering what Fuego could be up to. You assumed he was probably in his office filling out reports as usual. You wanted nothing more than to see him and your longing for him grew stronger.

You got up and sighed and made your way to your bed thinking of ways to take your mind off of missing him.

After you rid your clothes an idea slipped your mind. You swirled your fingers in your mouth, wetting them and teased your hard nipples. You buried your head into Fuego’s pillow, taking in his spiced scent and rutted yourself into the bed, causing you to whine.

“Mmff—” you groaned as you imagined Fuegoleon’s hands instead of yours touching all over your naked body.

You were a whining mess, lost in the pleasure you were giving yourself. In fact, you were so lost in the moment you didn’t hear faint talking outside your room —or even the bedroom door opening.

“Y/N!” Fuegoleon exclaimed, as he was surprised by the lewdness you were outwardly displaying.

You turned your head quickly but then smirked at your boyfriend, “Fuego, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on m— OH MY GOD!”

Right behind Fuegoleon stood the captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. Embarrassment was still too far from the word you needed to describe how you felt at that moment. Blush crept up your cheeks and you quickly scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware you were having a guest over,” your face was burning at this point.

Nozel must’ve heard you moaning and saw you literally grinding yourself into you and Fuego’s shared bed. His face said it all, his eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed and all he could do was stare. On the other hand, your boyfriend squinted his eyes and licked his lips clearly enjoying what he saw. But, this obviously was not the right time for that.

“U-um,” Nozel cleared his throat, ”I could always come back tomorrow when you two aren’t busy.”

“No… stay right there…” Fuego spoke as he walked to you and suddenly tore the covers off of your bare body.

“Wha-! What are you doing?!” you squealed.

Fuegoleon diverted his eyes from yours and pointed, “Nozel, sit down.”

Nozel looked to the door but then quickly did what he was told and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace.

“Tell me... what should I do with Y/N, Nozel?” Fuegoleon spoke never looking away from you.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I should lea—”

“You're trying to make me believe you never once thought impurely of Y/N, especially after seeing what she just did,” Fuego chuckled, “What naughty things have you thought of doing to her, Nozel?”

“Tearing off her clothes and relentlessly pounding into her dripping pussy? Pulling her hair back and making her scream your name? Hm?” Fuego hummed and cocked his eyebrow.

“S-sometimes I stare at her and wonder how she would look underneath her tight clothes…” Nozel spoke low, his gaze burning through you.

“Ah, see it wasn’t that difficult,” Fuego smirked and brushed your hair away from your face.

It was humiliating, not only for your boyfriend to uncover you but also ask his friend vulgar questions about you. You looked away from him, upset that he would do something so inappropriate.

“Do you think about those scenarios often… involving my girlfriend?” Fuego questioned Nozel.

“Yes... quite often,” Nozel responded but fully diverted his attention to you.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll let you have her however you want,” Fuego chuckled, “but first she needs to be punished properly.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Fuegoleon pressed his hand against your mouth. He leaned down and his breath fanned your ear.

“I know you want this, Y/N. I bet your dripping, thinking about me giving permission to Nozel to do whatever he wants with this pretty body of yours. I will let him take you however he wants —I’ll make sure he pulls out of course. Do me a favor and be a good girl for me and things will go smoothly.”

He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh, “sit.”

You sat down feeling the fabric of his pants brush against your tingling pussy and you shivered. He grabbed your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thigh.

“Move. Keep going.”

The friction of Fuego’s pants on your sensitive clit started to make you shudder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to kiss him. He roughly pushed you back down and dragged you against himself at a faster pace.

“You put on a show for everyone but now you want to quit? No, it doesn’t work like that… Let go. On my thigh just like that, keep going.”

“Mmffuckk. P-pleasee,” you cried out.

Fuego made you ride past your limit, basically moving you roughly on his thigh until you saw stars. Your pussy lips were swollen and throbbing from the constant friction and every touch made you moan.

“Did you learn your lesson, Y/N?”

“Yes, Fuegoleon,” you croaked into his chest.

He brushed back the hair that clung to your face and kissed your forehead. Your lust filled eyes found Nozel’s and your heart started pounding in your chest again. Nozel stood from the chair and stopped behind you.

“You taught her well, Fuegoleon. Do you think she can handle me?” Nozel questioned.

“She can handle whatever I make her handle. Though, you sound cocky for someone who hasn’t even touched her yet,” Fuegoleon commented.

Suddenly Nozel grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back enough for him to make eye contact and you whimpered.

“She’s whining already. It doesn’t seem like she can take much but I'm still willing to try,” he looked down at you observing your expression.

Your head was spinning and a part of you was still trying to figure how all of these events occurred in such little time. Not in a million years did you think you would find yourself between your boyfriend and his hot… friend? Rival? At this point it didn’t even matter you were just immensely turned on from the force being used on you.

“I can do whatever I want?” Nozel asked Fuegoleon.

“As long as you don’t hurt her or release in her… do as you please,” Fuego shrugged.

Your boyfriend gave your nipples a couple of playful tugs and lifted you off of his leg. He pulled you into him and kissed up your neck sucking lightly.

“Do what Nozel tells you,” he instructed and pulled away.

You turned to Nozel and he stared at you for a few moments before saying, “Y/N, show me how wet you are.”

You were unsure what he wanted you to do so you rubbed two fingers through your slick folds and showed him your wetness. He grabbed your hand roughly and sucked on your wet digits, licking off every last drop of your arousal.

He snaked his hand around your throat, “You taste wonderful, Y/N. Sit on my face so I can make you come and clean it up with my tongue.”

You looked over at Fuegoleon who stood against the wall and he nodded. Nozel removed his sandals and laid back against the headboard. You hesitantly climbed over him, uncertain about this new experience.

“Whenever I make you feel good, moan for me.”

His tongue circled your clit, sucking and nibbling around the sensitive skin and worked his way to your entrance. He poked his tongue inside you, swirling it around and collecting your arousal.

“Aaah, mmm,” you moaned and pulled on his hair.

You watched as your wetness coated Nozel’s face and you began to slightly bounce on his tongue as he entered your slick walls repeatedly.

“Mmmff… I’m coming!”

He took one last slurp and tapped your leg for you to get up. He pulled his hard member out of his pants and rubbed himself lightly, “lie down.”

You laid on the duvet staring up at Nozel. His face remained stern but his pupils were blown. Only lust filled his eyes.

He pressed at your entrance and you thought he would let you adjust but instead he pounded into you. You moaned incoherently letting out strangled whines and whimpers. Your eyes found Fuego’s and you looked down to find him stroking his cock to the rhythm of your hips bucking. It was all too much. Nozel cursing into your neck and thrusting roughly and Fuego getting off to you getting fucked took you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back as ecstasy crashed into you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth hung open and you couldn't even make a sound from the intense pleasure. You arched your back unable to roll your hips anymore and collapsed onto the bed. In unison you heard Fuegoleon and Nozel groan and you slowly came down from your high.

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A/N: Halfway through writing this I realized that 1. I’m dick deprived 2. This is soo hot and I need these two men to take me... Ahem! I hope you found it as exciting as I did. Remember requests are open!

— bugs

#not sfw #black clover imagine #black clover smut #fuegoleon x reader #nozel x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover x reader #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #black clover fuegoleon #imagines #black clover nozel #black clover fanfiction

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shdwwlkrsblog · 3 years

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Why did you do that?

Modern au tobirama

Warning : depression , self harm , sad, angsty , blood , attempted Suizide

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And there you are , sitting at the only place that keeps your problems away , that makes u feel better . The old bridge . How often you thought about jumping off , never having any problems again . To never feel that pain again , to never cry again . But your normal human sense didn't let you do that . The cold wind brushed over your body , to prevent catching a cold your crossed your arms . But you quickly took your arms back . The textile of your jacket pressed against the fresh wounds , sending a wave of immense pain through your body . You pulled on of your sleeves up revealing a few older wounds . All of them near the pulse vein , still aching because of the infection . You didn't clean the last wounds properly too , why? Because you stopped carring . A bit pain more or less who cared? Yeah who cared... Who cared about you? This question hurted you everytime but you couldn't stop thinking about it . Who cared about you? You parents ? No did they even love you ? You didn't think so they never loved you, love isn't abusing someone , love isn't calling someone a whore , love isn't something you ever had experienced . But who needs it anyways? Love always ends , may it be cheating on your partner or because you or your partner dies . It always comes to an end , so why are humans fighting for something that's gonna end anyways ? From where do they get that much hope? That were questions you couldn't answer , you looked into the sky again . Watching the sunset , and the night arriving . The sunset gave the lake a beautiful golden look , it looked inviting , free . You slowly stood up mind cloudy , and walked to the edge . It really looked like the answer to all of your problems , you wanted to take another step and fall into the lake but a string in your heart stopped you , and a picture of tobirama popped into your mind . Whats up with that boy ? Why does it keep you from jumping? Did you? No that was bullshit you can't love someone because he was a little nice to you . And he didn't care about you anyways . You shook your head again eyes focused on the edge of the bridge again . You took your last breathe before you took the last step .now or never you thought and closed your eyes . " Y/n no!" Someone screamed but it was to late you hit the water hard enough to make you black out . Were you finally free?

But you weren't dead.... A always repeating peep was heard to your left side , and someone screaming "Will she/he be ok?!" . Where were you? Heaven? No . You opened your eyes but they closed again because of the lack of power you had to keep them open . "She's awake !" A female voice said "how are you feeling L/n ?" She asked and with the little bit of power you had left , you managed to whisper good . Loud enough for her to hear . "Can I speak to her alone doctor?" A Male deep voice asked , your eyes now felt lighter and you were able to keep them open but soon shock hit you . The male voice was tobirama ? Why was he here? Too many question were in your head making you feel nauseous . "Y/n?" You snapped out of you thoughts answering a tired "hm?" Tobirama sat down beside you and took you arm in his hand and looked at the wounds . Why did you do that? He looked sad for a minute but then changed to his normal cold facade again " why couldn't I see it ... I could have saved you " His voice changed to a sad and broken tone . Did he really care about you? There were better people than you he could care about . Why you ? When you saw tobiramas expression you were about to facepalm yourself , you said it all out loud " Because I was silently in love with you , but I couldn't tell you I don't know why . Please forgive me , forgive me for not seeing how hurt you were " tears threatened to drop out of his eyes " you are perfect , kind , you don't deserve that pain , you deserve much better . But please if you don't love me it's okay but could you do one thing for me then ? Please stop hurting yourself ." The tears rolled down his face , his voice showing fear and sadness . He really cared about you "i love you too " it just dropped out of your mouth but you didn't regret it , you tried hiding those feelings for a long time . But now something grew in you , something that you haven't felt since a long time

Hope

Hope ... Welp hope y'all enjoyed It , it would be pretty nice if you tell me how you liked the story and what you disliked because I plan on taking this writing style for the next story's bla bla bla

Anyways guys and girls remember somewhere outside in this world is someone who cares about you and who loves you , don't do self harm love yourself , don't bully other people it makes them sad , don't hate other people for liking something you disliked just ignore that fact and most important be yourself and live free

And if someone of you needs someone to talk feel free to text me I'll try to do my best

Have nice day/night

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Silver Cat

Pairing - Steve Harrington x platonic!reader

Word Count - 4,730

A/N - just some cute Steve and Y/N dynamic duo going on :) my requests are still open, so you are welcome to message me if you would like something written! I write for so many different fandoms and there are some that I haven’t even written for yet that I plan on writing for so just let me know which fandom it is and I will let you know if I write for them :) I hope you all enjoy!

Request - hey if youre taking requests do u mind doing a y/n Fic where she’s part of the scoops troop in s3 and she helps them w the russian codes and stuff (with a lil platonic!steve and reader)? @the-story-of-the-tucks

"Have a nice day," Robin Buckley muttered as she stuck her stiff arms out to the couple in front of her, two ice cream cones in her hands.

The couple quickly grabbed the ice cream, ignoring the look of pure boredom on Robin's face before the girl exclaimed happily, "Thank you!" Robin just gave them a forced smile in response.

The couple moved out of the way to reveal the smiling face of a young boy, his curly hair sticking out from underneath his hat while his smile was so wide that Robin couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his face. "Hi!" the boy said excitedly.

Robin perked up slightly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as she said back, "Hi."

"I'm Dustin," the boy told her as if it would answer all of her questions.

Robin just looked at the boy in amusement and confusion before replying, "I'm Robin."

"Pleasure to meet you," Dustin smiled. "Uh, is—is he here?"

"Is who here?" Robin questioned, her amusement fading as she gave the boy a look of pure confusion.

At that moment the back door to Scoops Ahoy shot open and Robin let out a small sigh as she realized who Dustin was talking about. "Henderson!" Steve Harrington excitedly exclaimed, the two boys instantly laughing in joy as Steve came bounding over to Dustin.

"Henderson! He's back! He's back!" Steve exclaimed, excited to finally see his young friend who had been away at camp for so long.

"I'm back!" Dustin confirmed, earning a huge grin from Steve. "You got the job!"

"I got the job!" Steve said before imitating a trumpet and rushing the rest of the way over to Dustin. Robin raised both eyebrows in amusement as she watched the two boys perform what must have been their handshake which ended with a lightsaber battle and Steve bleeding his guts out everywhere before the two laughed. Robin was about to question the older boy about Dustin when a voice broke out from the front of the store.

"Shit, is that you, Harrington?" a voice called out, amusement evident in their voice.

All three quickly turned to look at where the voice was coming from to see a young girl around Dustin's age standing at the front of the store, a fresh set of white converse on her feet, mom jeans, a yellow shirt and a denim jacket tossed lazily over one shoulder. The girl popped a piece of chewing gum and Robin chuckled, already liking the girl despite not even knowing her.

"Y/N L/N, well shit," Steve muttered, the two staring at each other in silence before breaking out into grins and running over to each other. Y/N was in the older boy's arms within a matter of seconds and Steve instantly spun her around, laughter escaping both of their lips as they hugged each other for the first time in weeks.

"Woah, how come I didn't get a welcome like that?" Dustin complained while Steve set the young girl back on the ground.

"When you've know each other as long as we have, you're bound to get a welcoming like ours," Y/N explained before she glanced over at her friend with a smile. "Besides, don't act like I didn't flip my shit when you got back yesterday."

Dustin chuckled and shook his head at the girl, memories of how Y/N had literally screamed before tackling the boy to the ground in a hug flashing through his head. Both of the teens had been away at camp for the past couple of weeks—Dustin having attended a science camp while Y/N went to a big music camp—so they had missed each other immensely.

Both had wanted nothing more than the get back home and reunite with their friends, but so far their friends had ditched them and left them to dry pretty much. That left just Dustin and Y/N and the two had decided to go see Steve that day after Dustin had mentioned needing to tell them both something. However, Y/N had to stop by the restroom before going to Scoops which was why Dustin had arrived before her.

"How many children are you friends with?" Robin suddenly asked, breaking the three from their thoughts and thus making them turn to look at the older girl who was looking at Steve in amusement.

Y/N chuckled softly and Steve sent her a small glare before he looked between Dustin and Y/N and then gestured towards Robin as if that was all the explaining he had to do.

This only made Y/N laugh louder and Steve rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing the girl and giving her a noogie which only ended up making the two laugh while Dustin and Robin watched the two interact in amusement.

Yeah, it was definitely good to be home.

- - -

"No, no. No way," Y/N muttered as she shook her head, shoveling some more ice cream into her mouth as she glanced up at her curly haired friend.

"Hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Steve questioned, his eyes showing Dustin his disbelief. The boy quickly shook his head and leaned back besides Y/N his arm around the seat behind her. "No."

"Mm-hmm," Dustin hummed. "Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth."

Y/N and Steve both scrunched up their noses in disgust and glanced at each other while Dustin wasn't looking. Y/N then just let out a small sigh of disbelief and ate another spoonful of ice cream, leaving Steve to deal with Dustin.

"Wow. Yeah, that's great," Steve managed to get out. "Proud of you, man. That's so—that's kinda romantic. That's like wow."

Dustin just smiled in response and Y/N and Steve shared another look before quickly looking towards the boy who had began to talk. "Hm. So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies," Steve told them while Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin called our earning a giggle from Y/N while Steve looked to his coworker in annoyance.

"I like her," Y/N said as she smiled in Robin's direction.

Steve gave them young girl a pointed look before saying, "Ignore her,"

"She seems cool," Dustin argued.

"She's not," Steve muttered quickly. "So, where are the other knuckleheads?"

Y/N huffed at that before sticking her spoon into her ice cream sundae and looking to Steve. "They ditched us yesterday," she said, a pissed off expression on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"No," Steve said in disbelief.

"Yeah, our first day back. Can you believe that shit?" Dustin asked while Y/N let out another huff and leaned against the curly haired boy's shoulder.

"Whoa. Seriously?" Steve questioned.

"I swear to God," Y/N frowned, thinking of how the group had all welcomed her home with open arms before ditching her at home.

Dustin noticed the girl's long face and used his free hand to pat the top of head that was leaning on his shoulder. "They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in our glory," Dustin assured the two.

"Glory? What glory?" Steve asked, his eyes flickering between the two before stopping on Y/N who merely shrugged in response, not knowing what Dustin was talking about.

"So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie-" Dustin began as he scooted closed to the two, leaning in slightly as he began to lower his voice. "And uh-"

Steve and Y/N blinked as they stared at Dustin who whispered something so low that they couldn't process it. Dustin glanced up at the two and he almost chuckled at how similar they looked. It was a surprise to all that the two weren't actually related, their mannerisms and even some of their features being quite similar.

Steve and Y/N continued to stare at Dustin blankly for a second before they both asked, "What?"

Dustin clicked his tongue in response and sighed as he whispered, "Uh-" His voice got low again as he whispered and the two were left staring at him blankly once again.

"Just speak louder," Y/N finally said.

Getting annoyed, Dustin looked at the row before yelling out, "I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Immediately, all eyes were on him and Y/N and Steve both looked at the boy with wide eyes.

"Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what we thought you said," Steve muttered as they watched everyone go back to what they had been doing before. "What-What does that mean?"

"It means, Steve, we could be heroes. All three of us. True American heroes," Dustin explained.

"I'm in," Y/N replied almost immediately, the idea of getting to deal with Russians and hang out with her two best friends being enough to have her on board.

"Woah. Woah. Hold your roll, kid," Steve said as he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "American heroes?"

Dustin nodded his head. "Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more," Dustin told him.

"More?" Steve asked.

"More," Dustin said with a nod.

"I like more," Steve muttered.

"And you'd get to spend more time with your favorite person in the whole wide world!" Y/N exclaimed as she tossed her arms around Steve's neck and hugged him, squishing her face against his making Steve give her an annoyed look while Dustin chuckled at the two.

"Eh, you're okay," Steve shrugged making Y/N look at him in fake shock. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! All the ladies in the world and I get to hang out with you two knuckleheads? That does sound pretty nice." His eyes then flickered to Dustin. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, I just need your help," Dustin told them.

"With what?" Y/N asked.

Dustin gave her a soft smile before reaching into his bag and pulling out a small book, the sight of it making Y/N's eyes light up while Steve looked indecisive.

"Translation."

- - -

Y/N sat silently with her feet propped up against the table as she leaned back in her chair, Russian voices swirling into her ears and through her head while her foot lightly swung to whatever tune was in the background of the recording.

When the recording stopped, Dustin glanced up at his two friends and gestures towards the small recording device, "So what do you think?"

"It sounded familiar," Steve said making Y/N turn around to look at the boy in surprise.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"The music. The music right there at the end," Steve explained.

"Harrington, you're supposed to be listening to the Russian, not the music," Y/N sighed as she shook her head at the boy. He only shrugged while eating his banana.

"Y/N's right! Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music," Steve complained.

"You never could multitask," Y/N sighed earning a playful glare from the older boy that had her sending a sly smile in his direction.

"All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there," Robin announced as she walked into the back room of Scoops Ahoy. Her eyes then landed on the small whiteboard that used to have a bunch of tally marks on them, but now had translations. "Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds."

"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data," Dustin assured her.

"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?" Robin asked.

All three of their eyes widened. Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Robin as she whispered to the boys beside her, "How does she know about the Russians?"

"I don't know," Steve muttered.

"You told her about-" Dustin began, looking to Steve in annoyance.

"It wasn't me," Steve insisted.

"Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You three are extremely loud," Robin told them making the three frown in response. "You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than you do. Sound about right?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at that, already liking Robin more and more by the minute. "I've said it once and I will say it again, I like her," the girl said as she pointed towards Robin who sent her a small smile.

"Yeah, no," Steve muttered as he pushed Y/N's hand back down, not liking the idea of Robin being some sort of role model for the girl who he was used to having look up to him for so long. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he would never admit it.

Steve and Robin seemed to be having a staring contest before Robin suddenly lunged for the recorder. Steve was quick and had the device in his hands within seconds, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna hear it," Robin told them as if it were obvious.

"Why?" the trio asked, although Y/N's was more out of curiosity while Dustin and Steve wanted to know what Robin's motive was.

"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know," Robin told them.

"Russian?" Dustin asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day," Robin replied.

"Oh-ho-ho! Holy shit!" Steve exclaimed making Y/N snort before bursting into a round of laughter.

The older boy glanced over at her and she pretended to wipe away tears as she said, "That was Pig Latin, Harrington. Not Russian."

Robin smirked and Steve watched with a frown on his face as the two girls fist bumped before muttering in unison, "Idiot."

"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me," Robin assured them.

Y/N glanced between the boys and Robin before nudging Dustin who was sitting beside her. "Come on, let her help," Y/N pleaded before she looked up at Steve and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Steve, please."

Dustin glanced back at Steve and gave him a small shrug to tell him that he really didn't care, that it was up to Steve. The older boy's eyes flickered over to Y/N and he sighed at the sight of her. "Fine," Steve mumbled causing Y/N to let out a squeal of excitement before she jumped out of her seat to hug the boy.

Steve's look of annoyance slowly melted away as he looked down at the girl. "Okay, squirt. No need to go soft on me now," Steve jokingly said as he patted her head. Y/N just smiled up at him and pulled away before returning to her seat. Steve glanced at her once more before looking to Robin who was holding out the scooper with a smirk on her face.

"Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit," Robin told him. "I'm just bored."

- - -

Y/N was half asleep by the time they finally started to make any progress with the recording. Her head was lying against Dustin's shoulder, the boy trying to move as little as possible as to not wake her up.

It wasn't until Robin suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, that last part, just one more time," that Y/N jerked awake and Dustin was finally able to move his arm which had started to fall asleep.

"Okay," Dustin said as he quickly rewinded the recording before letting it play again.

"Okay, that word," Robin pointed at the recording, Dustin quickly stopping it as the two kids looked up at the girl. "Um. . .It's pronounced "dly-nna-ya"."

"Dly-nna-ya," Dustin and Y/N both muttered as if they fully understood what she was saying.

"Which is spelled. . .D. . .D. . .D. . .D. . ." Robin muttered as she quickly ran to the table while Dustin and Y/N moved to the whiteboard.

"The. . .the chair," Y/N said as she pointed towards the weird symbol.

"The chair-looking thingy," Dustin agreed.

"Yeah, okay," Robin muttered as she flipped through the book. She then suddenly froze before looking up at the two in excitement. "We've got our first sentence."

"Oh, seriously?" Dustin said in excitement while Y/N shook the boy's shoulders and leaned against him, a huge grin on her face.

"Yeah," Robin told them before speaking in her best Russian accent, "The week is long."

Both Y/N and Dustin's faces fell. "Well, that's thrilling," Y/N muttered.

"I know," Robin told her, giving the two kids a sympathetic smile. "But, progress." The two nodded in agreement.

"Progress."

- - -

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked as she looked up at Steve who was standing beside her. The two stared at each other for a second before looking back to the whiteboard with their arms crossed in front of their chests and their heads titling to the side.

Shaking his head, Steve put a hand on the girl's shoulder and began to walk out of the store, knowing that it was late, the mall was closed, and he needed to get her home. Dustin and Robin followed behind and the four were all silent as they tried to figure out what it meant.

"I mean, it can't be right. Did we do something wrong?" Y/N finally asked as she watched Steve close up shop.

"No. It's right," Robin assured her.

"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin said causing Y/N to look at her friend confused.

"How is this great news?" Steve asked with a chuckle of disbelief. "I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific," Dustin told them. Y/N's eyes widened in realization before she hurried over to Dustin's side. She grabbed his arm to stop him from walking any further before whispering to him, "You think it's code?"

Dustin nodded, "It's obviously a code."

"What do you mean, a code?" Steve asked, having eavesdropped on the two.

"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin explained.

"That's a total stretch," Steve muttered in disbelief.

"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked.

"You're buying into this?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon"? And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?" Robin asked.

"Exactly," Dustin said whole Y/N just looked to Steve and muttered, "She's got a point."

"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" Robin asked again. "So I guess that confirms your suspicion."

"Evil Russians," Dustin and Y/N both nodded before giving each other a fist bump.

"I can't believe I'm about to agree with these strange children, but, yeah, totally evil Russians," Robin agreed.

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges," Robin replied.

"A pattern. Right, like maybe "silver cat" is a meeting place?" Y/N suggested.

"Or a person," Dustin said.

"Or a weapon," Y/N listed off.

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but-" Robin began, but that was when Y/N noticed that Steve wasn't following behind them anymore.

"Uh. . .where's Steve?" Y/N asked. "He's kind of my ride home and losing him would be a bad idea right about now."

Not to mention she always got a sort of bad feeling whenever her friends disappeared. It had been happening ever since Will was kidnapped and taken into the Upside Down, but even though she knew the gate was closed, she still had a sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen. So Steve suddenly not being by her side was making her feel a little on edge.

Dustin seemed to notice this and he frowned before quickly looking around, his eyes locking on Steve who was a little ways away. "There he is," Dustin said and Y/N quickly turned before letting out a small sigh of relief. She didn't even hesitate before running back towards the boy who was kneeling down beside one of the kid rides that were littered around the mall.

"Harrington, what the hell?" Y/N muttered causing Steve to look up and see the small hint of relief and worry that was in her eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered once he realized what must have been going through her head. He then looked back to the ride and began to rummage through his pockets while Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Steve frowned as he looked at the change in his pocket. "Uh, it's a quarter. I need. . ." he paused and looked over at the girl. "Do you have a quarter?"

Roving chuckled as she walked up with Dustin by her side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?" Robin asked.

"Quarter!" Steve yelled in frustration before Robin tossed a quarter at him. The boy hugged and quickly bent down and put the quarter into the machine, the group of four watching as the machine sputtered to life before the horse ride began to move.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" Robin joked, not expecting Steve to turn around and shush her almost immediately.

Dustin chuckled, but Y/N could tell by the look on Steve's face that he was trying to think so she glanced at Robin and Dustin before whispering, "Guys, just shut up, okay? I think he's on to something."

"More like on something," Robin muttered before her and Dustin chuckled, but a deadly glare from Y/N had the two both shutting up.

The three then turned their attention back to Steve and the ride before they suddenly seemed to recognize the music that was softly playing with the ride.

"Holy shit," Y/N muttered before Steve looked up at her. The two both grinned before saying in unison, "The music."

"The music!" Dustin exclaimed in realization as he quickly took off his backpack and dug around for the recording. He eventually found it and began to play the recording again, the music instantly lining up with the ride in front of them.

"I don't understand," Robin told them.

"It's the exact same song on the recording," Dustin explained.

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia," Robin suggested.

"'Indiana Flyer'? I don't I don't think so. This code, it didn't come from Russia," Steve told them. "It came from here."

"Well shit."

- - -

"God, my brain hurts," Y/N muttered as she stared at the paper in front of her. Robin chuckled softly as she took a sip of her drink before saying, "Same."

"How come Steve and Dustin get to go chase down Russian bad guys while we are stuck back here trying to crack the code," Y/N complained.

"Cause the world is sexist," Robin replied with a shrug. "But even if it wasn't, do you honestly think they would have a better chance of cracking the code over the two of us?"

Y/N chuckled at that, already understanding what point Robin was trying to make. "Okay, I see what you're saying. But still. . .I'm starting to get a migraine from all this thinking. It's supposed to be summer, so why do I feel like I'm still in school?" Y/N asked.

Robin gave the girl a small smile before nodding towards the paper. "Could you read it out loud to me again, please?" she asked.

Y/N sighed but nodded in response. "The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," Y/N said.

"Tread lightly?" Robin muttered as she tried to figure out what that could mean.

A knock on the back door made the two freeze and Y/N set the notebook down before following Robin over to the back door to find a man standing there with a box in hand.

"Delivery for you," the man said.

"Thank you," Robin told him as she quickly signed a paper and took the box.

"Have a nice day," the man said before turning to leave.

Robin was looking down at the box and absentmindedly muttered, "Yeah, you too." She then began to close the door, but that was when Y/N's eyes caught sight of something that had her gasping and going to open the door again.

"Hey!" Robin exclaimed as she watched Y/N run into the small alley that was behind the shops.

Y/N ignored the older girl, her eyes latched on the jacket that the man had on that had a silver lynx on the back. "Silver cat," Y/N muttered in disbelief before her eyes widened. "Silver cat!"

She quickly shoved past Robin who was looking at her confused before she grabbed the notebook and began to run out of Scoops Ahoy. On the way, she passed Dustin and Steve who were just heading back.

"Y/N! You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," Steve laughed.

Dustin looked to the boy in shock before pointing at him and saying, "You did too."

"No, I did not," Steve began to argue, but Y/N ignored them and ran right past them causing the two to fall silent and look after her.

Robin came running up at that minute and Steve looked to the girl with a frown. "What's wrong with the kid? What'd you do?" he asked a little protectively.

"I didn't do anything," Robin replied defensively. "She just ran out."

The three then looked back to see that Y/N was now standing on top of a sitting area in the middle of mall. She slowly spun around in circles as she mumbled to herself, "A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice."

Her eyes then locked on the Chinese food place and her eyes lit up, "A trip to China sounds nice!" She then glanced at the notebook for the next part and whispered, "If you tread lightly. If you tread. . .If you tread. . ." Her eyes latched onto a shoe store and she laughed softly to herself. "If you tread lightly."

"When. . .when blue and yellow meet in the west," Y/N muttered the last part to herself. She looked around before her eyes caught sight of the huge clock in the mall that had a blue and a yellow hand. "When blue meets yellow in the west!"

"Y/N," a voice said and the girl looked down to see Dustin, Steve, and Robin standing there. Steve gave the girl a concerned look before saying, "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

Y/N smiled and quickly got down before going over to Steve and grabbing onto his arms. "I cracked it," she told him, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Cracked what?" Steve asked.

"I cracked the code!" Y/N exclaimed as she shook the boy's arms. She didn't even give him time before she let out a small squeal and hugged him. The boy stood there in shock before glancing over at Robin and Dustin who looked back at him with wide eyes.

Steve slowly wrapped his arms around the young girl to hug her back as he let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"Well shit."

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