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cosmal · 1 year

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scenario 16: “sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them” with sirius please

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valentines day celebration!

summary — sirius really is going to kiss you at this party tonight.

content — sirius black x fem!afab!reader, mentions of alcohol

You'd sent Sirius a photo of your outfit before you left. It was nothing promiscuous, it was sweet and innocent which he's sure made it worse. Sporting a red top that squeezed your waist until your top half sort of spilled out, and a white, frilly skirt that leaves enough room to show the soft plush of your thighs, and the message is this too much for mary's? :/ You were nervous — in an outfit like that. He'd sent back no sweetheart you look amazing.

He'd stared at the image on the train the entire way to Mary's. He's sure he's gonna kiss you tonight.

He knows you're around somewhere, you messaged him when you arrived. i'm here. lmk when you get here, i wanna see you. :) Bold, considering how you are when you're around him. Shy and all things sweet. It's a challenge to get a smile out of you when he's you're together. You hide them in the back of your hand most of the time. He hopes you're not drunk just yet.

All he wants to do is see you. When he shows up, it's like he has tunnel vision. He says hello to Remus and James, though it's short and sweet, he's not rude. Sorry, gotta get some booze into me. Code for, he has to find you right now while he still has the confidence.

He hears you before he sees you. He follows the sound of your giggles around the corner and into the hallway. You're standing outside the bathroom, talking to someone through the door.

"Y/N!" The skirt looks even better in person. Your cracked brick phone didn't do it justice.

"Sirius!" you cheer, walking the length of the hallway to meet him, leaving behind the poor soul in the bathroom. He didn't see the boots in the photo. He swallows.

You hug him first, which is different. He has the suspicion you're drunk. Confirmed when he selfishly pushes his face into your neck and can smell something like gin.

He pulls back and holds you at arm's length, the sleeves of your shirt bunch under his hands until he can feel your cold skin. "How much you had to drink?"

"I've had two," you smile. You're not hiccuping like you usually do when you've had one too many.

"Really?" he asks. You nod and it's adorable. "You smell like a bottle of Gordon's."

You laugh and tip your head back. Sirius tries really hard not to look at your neck and fails miserably. "Emmeline spilt her drink on my jacket."

"Oh, no," he says and he means it. "Is it ruined?"

"A little, but it's okay. She didn't mean to." You smile and wrap your fingers around his wrists. You turn your head to place a quick kiss against his skin, leaving behind a light pink lipstick mark over one of his green veins.

He startles because you've never done that before but he's not about to start complaining. "You're very happy tonight."

You turn back and then he catches that shy smile you're always doing around him. He thinks it's worse than a usual smile because your eyes droop, a crush of eyelashes that almost kiss your cheeks, and your nose twitches.

"I'm happy to see you," you admit and crane your neck so your cheek smooshes against his arm. You blink and look up at him and Sirius feels dizzy momentarily. "Super happy," you laugh.

"Why's that?" he asks and tries not to sound as affected by you as he feels. His heart a thundercloud in his chest.

"Because you're here," you admit and he can tell you're trying just as hard to sound casual. You lean off of him to look him in the eye. "You're here and I think you're gonna do something.''

Sirius swallows and suddenly he's nervous. He's never like this around you. He thinks he maybe should've taken a shot before he found you. Despite the fact he's a mess, he says, "Oh, yeah?" as smoothly as possible because he's Sirius Black.

You bite your lip and then look him up and down. Your eyes drag up the length of his neck and then stop at his lips. He thinks whatever you've drunk tonight was just enough to boost your confidence. he's selfishly loving it.

"I think you're gonna kiss me," you say in a tone lower than before. He thinks your eyes darken but that could be something he's imagining in his dizzy, lovesick head.

"Do you want me to?" His voice goes husky and you shiver. He almost laughs. He's still got one over you.

"Are you serious?"

You slam your eyes shut as soon as you say it.

"As a matter of fact—"

"Sirius, don't—"

"I am."

You roll your eyes. "God, shut up and kiss me, Black."

Sirius doesn't have to be asked twice. He grabs a hold of the sides of your face, fingers parted over your ears to guide your face to his. There's heavy breathing, lips smacking, and the tiniest of a whine on your part and Sirius melts into you. He's not as rough as he usually Is — as rough as he wants to be. But he pushes you back to hold you against the wall, keeping his lips planted against yours.

Selfishly, he lets one of his hands roam down to your hip and gives it a squeeze. You jolt and pull away from him, gasping sharply. He misses your mouth sorely and shows it, chasing you momentarily with his eyes closed.

You giggle and murmur, "Fuck," quietly under your breath.

"Fuck," he agrees, panting because he can't help it.

You kiss him again and ignore whoever it is you share the hallway with. This time, when he's not so caught up in the feeling of your hips against his and the sounds you're making, he tastes you. Something like gin and cordial. It's addictive.

He pulls back suddenly and says, "Wait, how'd you know I was gonna kiss you tonight?"

"I didn't."

He ducks his head down and hides his face in your shoulder. "You're unbelievable."

"I know."

Sirius makes a mental note to write a letter of appreciation to Gordon's Gin.

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feeblescholarmyass · 1 year

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Chapter One: Tighnari

cw: panic attack/extreme anxiety, y/n is not in their bad bitch era yet so ignore how awkward they are, originally written in 3rd person so there may be some pronoun and grammatical mistakes

Sumeru boys x GN!reader

this was posted super fast because it was prewritten. I am not going to be posting daily!!!

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Chat: Amurta

"To be honest, I'm not all that interested in studying medicine. I think that people should also prioritize mental well-being more than the current culture in Sumeru allows. My professors don't really get that, so I just say I like flowers."

"Are you okay?"

It took you a few seconds to understand what he'd said. You opened your mouth to answer, but snapped it back shut when you felt tears start falling.

He frowned and crouched next to you, tilting his head. He took your wrist and felt your pulse, then sighed. "Oh, I see. You're alright now, don't worry."

You nodded, gulping down a whimper. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't... realize... someone else was in here." You wiped away your tears and took a shaky breath.

Are you kidding me?! We almost made it, stupid! Now you're crying again. You've cried every time you started going to a new school. That's so pathetic, you thought.

"You're fine, don't worry about me. Let me guess, first year?" He tilted his head at you, a small smile making you feel less embarrassed.

"Yeah. This place is so big... I was a little overwhelmed. A lot, actually." You shook your head, steadying your breathing.

"What's your name?" He dropped your wrist and placed his arm on his knee, resting his cheek on his palm.

"I'm Y/n." You tugged at a strand of hair.

"Alright, Y/n. What does your schedule look like? I can help show you around before classes start. You are an Amurta student, yes?" He stood, holding out a hand for you.

You looked up at him and met his eyes. Now that you weren't so nervous, you took more notice of him. He had pretty hazel-green eyes and light green streaks in his dark hair that reminded you of your aunt's hair. A golden earring hung from one of his ears. You remembered his pretty friend from before and felt a small twinge of jealousy.

What in Teyvat are all these boys so pretty for? If everyone at the Akademiya looks as pretty as them, I'll really have to up my game.

"My first class is Honors Phytology II. Here, you can look." You pulled a small notepad from a hidden crevice within the folds of your clothes. You turned to a page with your schedule written out in a neat, color-coded print.

"Hm. Honors II? Impressive, first year." He nodded appreciatively. "Come on, I don't want to cut off our tour because of class."

He opened the door of the copy room, revealing a less crowded common area than before.

You slid some of the fabric of your scarf between your fingers reassuringly. The cold material provided the necessary sensory to keep your mind from spiraling like it had before.

You looked around the room, admiring the architectural work. Sconces formed to look like blossoming vines held the small light sources that made the room practically glow. A miniature fountain surrounded by a concrete sitting area sat in the middle of the room directly underneath a fantastical chandelier. The light from the candles reflected off of the thousands of tiny crystals that drooped from the chandelier in a gravity-defying spectacle. Swirling patterns reached out from the center of the room towards the green pillars that held up the vaulted ceiling and bordered the different hallways labelled alphabetically for the subject and numerically for the floor.

"All classes that have to do with plants are normally done in the greenhouse or the lab in hallway F, which is the only hall that only has one floor. During the first semester, you're largely in the greenhouse." Tighnari motioned towards the hall. "You'll be able to find that pretty easily. As long as you know how to make it back here, you won't have to worry about any shortcuts. Those you can learn later."

"Okay," you said, trying your hardest to pay attention. Processing his words was difficult when you was still fawning over the detail put into the room. You weren't an architect, but you were an artist, so it was only natural that you appreciated something so beautiful.

You lagged further and further behind Tighnari before finally realizing how far ahead he was and hurrying to catch up.

"For the rest of your science classes, you'll be in hallway A, which is just over here. Medicinal classes are upstairs, while other sciences are on the main floor."

"Which stairway should I take? Normally one tends to have more traffic than the other, if it's at all like my old schools." You asked, finally comfortable enough to let your hands fall from their protective position by your neck.

"I'd recommend the first one during most hours, but around the end of the day, the second is probably your best bet. It's a weird phenomena that probably has to do with exhaustion and impatience."

"Hm..." You hummed to yourself, sparing a glance at the boy next to you. If only you had a photographic memory you could sketch his expression.

He stopped in his tracks, noticing your shift in attention. "What is it?"

A rush of heat climbed up your neck. "Oh, um, nothing important. Sorry if I distracted you."

He chuckled, meeting eyes with you. "If anything, I'd say I'm the one distracting you." He had a playful glimmer in his eyes, and you cursed your stomach for the summersaults it insisted on performing.

"Whaaat..? Nooo... I'd never be distracted. Never happened." You rolled your eyes and smiled.

Tighnari laughed. It was a warm sort of sound, one that made your stomach swirl and pulled your lips into a bigger grin.

He really is pretty for no good reason, isn't he? Sigh.

"We should continue our tour. Come along," he motioned them forward. He continued to explain each hallway and what classes it housed, then finally led you towards the lunch room.

It was a room even larger than the one before it. Two floors of open space with a large variety of food available to anyone who was able to pay. You felt terribly small in the huge emptiness. Imagining it being filled with people made you even more nervous.

"For anyone who wants a little more space, there is a small section for eating in the upstairs library. It's a lot quieter, and much less people go in there. Most people are there to continue studying. When do you have lunch?" He asked, leading you in a circle back to the hall.

"I've got a long break between psych and elements. My friend and I both have long enough to eat and take a break."

"Oh? A friend?"

"I do have friends, regardless of what you may think of me." You crossed your arms over your chest. Tighnari paused, conflicted between teasing you and being a welcoming upperclassman. "Her name is Layla. She's a Rhawatist student."

"Rhawatist? That must be an interesting friendship dynamic. One who studies the stars, and another who studies the earth." He let out a breath, relieved that you weren't offended by his words.

You paused and thought about it for a second. "No, I don't think it's all that strange. If anything, I think the combination of our studies would make a great research topic. Hm, maybe I should bring it up with her sometime."

Tighnari checked the time and found himself frowning. He had enjoyed talking with you once you had started to get comfortable.

"We should head to class. If you ever need anything, let me know. I am a TA, so it's my job to help students in need."

"I will. Thank you, Tighnari. I enjoyed talking with you."

"And I-" he paused, realizing he had never told you what his name was. "How did you know my name?"

"Oh," You felt a flush of heat again. You hadn't realized he didn't say it. "W-well, Layla and I were getting breakfast this morning, and we ran into you and some of your friends at a cafe. She told me your names." You tried to sink into your scarf, for once cursing the sheerness of the fabric. If you revealed the reason why you had been asking you just might die right there and then.

He laughed, the sound tickling your senses. "Sometimes I forget how curious you first years are. If you ever want me to introduce them to you, I can."

"Really?" You looked up a little too eagerly. "Oh, I mean, that would be nice. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, I understand. See you around, Y/n. Enjoy your Phytology class. I think you'll like the teacher."

"You enjoy classes too!" You waved goodbye awkwardly before finally heading towards your classroom. The silent hallway felt oddly stifling without Tighnari's calm commentary filling the space.

"No way, really?" Layla yawned, listening as hard as she could. The poor girl looked about to fall asleep in her lunch.

"Yeah. He was super nice and even offered to introduce me to his friends we saw at the cafe. Would that be weird?" You asked. You had been going back and forth on what to do since the first day of school nerves had calmed down.

You had spent your classes so far writing down necessary materials and little notes to yourself based on first impressions. However, you had found your mind drifting elsewhere. Evidence of your thoughts were left in sketches in the margins of your paper. Rough outlines of Tighnari's hair and ears littered the back of the page you had been writing on.

"Hm, I think it would be fun. Maybe you could get Cyno to let you do a portrait of him." Layla teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"At least I actually took one of the few art classes this school even offers. We don't even have a choir. If I wasn't so sure of what I wanted to do, I might regret my school choice." You tugged at an unruly lock of hair, taking a bite of you lunch.

"Speaking of Tighnari and his friends..." Layla yawned and pointed across the lunch room, where the four boys had just entered from the Kshahrewar entryway.

You glanced up and nearly spat out your food. HE!! IT'S HIM!!! PRETTY BOY!!! Well, pretty boys. Archons, please tell me I'm not making eye contact. I am making eye contact, aren't I? Shit.

You were, in fact, making eye contact. Tighnari smiled and said something to the other three. Then, to your horror, they started walking towards you and Layla.

"Layla. Layla, wake up. Layla. Fuck me, I'm on my own. I'll kill you for this, Layla." You muttered, trying to act like you hadn't been caught staring. I probably look like an idiot, she thought.

When they stopped next to the table you were sitting at, you pretended to be surprised. You looked up and smiled, hoping your nervousness wasn't as obvious as it felt. You couldn't tell if you were just paranoid or if people really were watching.

"Oh, hello again, Tighnari." You wiggled her fingers at him and glanced desperately at Layla. She was out.

"So this is the underclassman you've been going on about?" Cyno asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, this is Y/n. Y/n, meet Cyno, Kaveh, and Alhaitham." Tighnari motioned to the group behind him. "Mind if we sit with you?"

Technically, yes, you did mind. Having people watching you was one of your least favorite feelings. However, you couldn't really say that you would hate being surrounded with pretty men. On the other hand, there was Layla to worry about. She was asleep, and this was a rare opportunity where she had time to rest.

"Oh, please do. I'm Layla, Y/n's friend." Layla spoke, startling you. You shot her a glare that was met with a cheeky grin.

"I see you're awake now. Eat your lunch. I'm not going to make you extra dinner because you slept through lunch again." You prodded Layla's stomach before scooting over to make more room for the boys.

The boys joined them at the circular table. Tighnari sat next to you, and Cyno next to him. The blond one, Kaveh, sat next to Layla, and Alhaitham left. You decided it was best to not question it.

The boys chatted amongst the three of them, and Layla drifted in and out of exhaustion, sometimes lucid enough to come up with a witty response. You stuck to observing the dynamic, committing their mannerisms and speech patterns to memory for future reference.

Listening to Kaveh talk reminded you of reading a romance novel. His prose was lengthy with impressive vocabulary. He brought to mind maple syrup, with his sweet words and lofty ideals. He tended to ramble on about something or other, enjoying the act of talking along with the sound of his own voice.

Cyno's dry commentary was waved off and even discouraged by Tighnari and Kaveh, but sometimes the combination of his dad jokes and blank serious expressions made you chuckle. His sense of humor reminded you of your dad. Every time he made you laugh, it boosted his ego just a little bit. The visible way he puffed up his chest and let an almost-grin pull at his lips reaffirmed your suspicions that he would make an excellent subject of an art piece.

Best of all was Tighnari. From their interaction earlier, you could never have guessed the extent of his sarcasm. For a TA, he seemed remarkably rebellious. In your head, he had been a strange piece in the puzzle of their group. Now, however, you could see he fit in perfectly.

The only remaining mystery was Alhaitham, the boy from before.

Much too soon for your liking, your break between classes came to an end. You bid farewell to your new friends after giving them your contact information, then went on your way.

You entered the hall towards the Haravatat building, excited for your language class. Throughout school, your language classes had always been your favorite. The challenge of translating back and forth until you fell into an easy familiarity with the words and sounds of a language brought you almost as much comfort as your art class did.

This year, you were finishing the available classes for Fontaine's ancient language. Names from Fontaine had confused you to no end until she started taking the class. It wasn't the most sensible language, and your pronunciation was finicky at best, but it was a welcome difficulty. In comparison to some of your Amurta classes, it was much less dull and required a lot less group work. It was perfect for a chance to relax after lunch.

You made note of the architecture in Haravatat just as you had in Amurta with Tighnari earlier. Where the accents had been green in Amurta, here they were a dark grey. There was much less living greenery ornamenting the halls, and the lights had to be brighter to make up for the lack of brightening decorum. The harsh shine of the fluorescent lights gave you a headache.

Students here carried more textbooks than anything. The lack of precarious experiments allowed you to be less cautious while wandering in an attempt to find your classroom.

You waved your way between students who were gossiping in various languages, and finally saw the right number for your class on the wall. You let out a sigh, relieved that you weren't late.

You opened the door and slipped inside, glancing around to take note of the amount of students in the class. There weren't many, and you didn't recognize those who were there. In one of the back corners, a group of a few people stood and chatted. You made sure to choose a seat across the room from them. You sat more towards the front, but not too close for comfort.

You placed down your bag and grabbed at your scarf. You smoothed it down and checked for any loose strings. When you had assured yourself that everything was in its place, you let yourself relax.

The classroom itself had very little decoration. There was a painting of Fontaine on the front wall, but that was about it.

You sighed sadly, longing to return to Layla and your new acquaintances. At least, at the end of the day, you would be able to go home and eat the congratulatory dinner you had been planning for weeks.

You drifted off into a daydream about the foods you would be able to eat, and how amazing your sleep would be after the day's exhaustion.

Your fantasy was interrupted by a harsh voice from behind you.

"You're not from Haravatat," the voice said. It took you a moment to register what had been said. You turned to look behind you to figure out who had spoken.

You twisted around to get a good look at the person, and felt your heart leap. Fucking hell, fate is surrounding me by pretty men on purpose. I can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse.

There, placing his books on the seat behind her, was the boy that had silently left the group during lunch and never returned. His pretty blue-hazel eyes bored into your own, and you watched a strand of silver hair brush against his cheek before settling against his ear.

You swallowed, hard.

"Oh, Alhaitham, it's you."

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shadofiredragon · 1 year

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Legends Never Die

{ I would like to award @000marie198 for excellent performance as beta reader and editorial supporter. Another wonderful chapter because of your great work friend. }

Part 1 ~ Immortal Escape

Chapter 4 - Hacked~

( Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 )

Kit strolled through the dark halls, his ears flicking back and forth on high alert for any sounds of approaching footsteps.

He'd already passed by three scientists, two guards and a postman. None of which payed him any mind. It was too early for anyone else to be up, and even Kit was finding it hard to keep his eyelids from drooping.

"How much longer?" a voice whined in his ear, instantly kicking his mind back into wakefulness.

"Not much longer," Kit whispered, glancing down an adjoining hall before turning left, "Quit your whining."

A tiny huff and a hardly audible mumbling could be heard from the communication device tucked inside his ear. The voice apparently not willing to argue at the moment.

Kit was glad for the silence, his senses scanning his surroundings for any possible dangers.

Eventually he came across a hall, lined on each side by windows embedded with a chain link mesh; a cheap way out of buying legitimate bullet proof glass. Though, Kit would admit, the glass would at least stop anyone physically trying to brute force their way into the rooms beyond.

Behind the glass, were dark rooms, completely unoccupied at the moment. Tall, whirring machinery sat idling against the walls, their lights blinking on and off as the processors spun to life. The box-like machines were protected by a heavy duty plastic, and long desks stood in rows in front of them. Black wires attached the machines to ports propped on the desks, leading to computer like devices with curving black screens.

No one was there.

Kit turned to one of the doors, turning its handle with a resounding click. The door opened silently, and Kit glanced up and down the empty hall before stepping inside, closing the door behind him with yet another jarring click.

His eyes scanned the rows of desks and lifeless screens before picking one farther back to the right. Relatively out of sight from the doorway, and a place he assumed would be least conspicuous.

Hurrying his way to the port, he sat himself down in the swivel chair, the wheels rumbling as he slid up to the desk in one smooth motion. With a flourish he clicked the power button, a green light at the top of the screen blinking on.

He waited for the screen to light up, bathing his face in blue hues.

A code bar popped up, requiring a password. Kit typed it in, almost rolling his eyes at how easy it was.

"You'd think they'd at least make me hack it," he muttered.

"What was that?" The voice over the intercom asked teasingly, "Don't tell me you're bored out there playing undercover cop!"

Kit didn't respond, watching as the screen notified him to several different running programs as well as a tab requesting him to wait patiently while it fully connected to G.U.P database.

"Because that's certainly not how I would feel. But hey! You could stay back here if that'd help!"

"We both know that's not an option."

Silence. Then a suspicious,

"Do we...?"

"Well I do. And I've tried to tell you. So it's not my fault if you haven't been listening."

"Yeesh... Someone needs their coffee..."

Kit didn't respond, but an amused smile tempted the corner of his muzzle.

A long sigh in his ear. "Will it be much longer now?”

"Be patient, I'm connecting to the main server."

"Can't you just plug 'Mega in right now and get it started?"

"This incessant speech is causing unnecessary distraction. Requesting permission to mute him." Omega's voice came over the comm now.

Kit snickered at the indignant sputtering from the other voice.

"That's alright, Omega. I think I've lived with him long enough now that I've built an immunity to his nonstop talking."

"Hey!"

"Very well."

A huff. "So... Why can't you just plug Omega in and let him get a head start.?"

Kit released a breath, "Because for as amazingly unprotected these computers are, they're terribly finicky. If I plug the drive in, and Omega tries to access the computer before it's fully connected, the whole thing will shut down."

A thoughtful, "Oh."

The screen whirred. Finally the connection had completed and Kit grinned giddily, folding his hands together and stretching them out, the joints of his fingers letting out muted pops.

"I'm in."

"About time..." The voice muttered.

Kit decided to ignore him, reaching into his uniform's chest pocket and pulling out the uniquely marked device.

Pressing a tiny button on the side, a tiny antennae flipped up, and with a quick swipe he plugged the device into the computer port.

"Okay, 'Mega. Let's get cracking."

"Affirmative. Initiating download."

Dead silence could be heard over the comm. Omega's computer consciousness busy navigating the G.U.P database, and Tails busy breaking through as many coded files as possible.

"...Well, as fascinating as it is to sit here and listen to you both wordlessly hack into the most pretentious government agency on Mobius- I think I'm going to make some breakfast. I'm famished."

Kit chuckled, "No one's stopping you."

"Stopping who?"

Kit nearly lifted three inches off the chair, his whole body jerking to face the voice that had suddenly materialized beside him.

A grey wolf stood next to him, his posture relaxed with one hand shoved in his uniform pocket and another holding a mug with the words 'Computer Nerd #1' scrawled across the side. Despite the heaviness in his eyes his ears were pointed forward, curiosity dragging his hazel gaze between the fox and the glowing screen.

"Oh, uuuhh," Kit glanced at the screen, grateful that the words were small and the open windows stacked haphazardly on top of each other, "N-no one."

He laughed awkwardly, leaning forward and propping his elbow onto the desk, which in turn propped up his head.

"It's just early. And with no one else here, it's hard not to strike up a conversation with the equipment."

"Mmm."

The wolf took a loud sip from his coffee. Looking perfectly comfortable where he was.

"Tails? You good? Did someone catch you?! You need me to bail you out?! Blink twice if you need me to bail you out! I'll be there in five seconds!"

Kit tried not to react to the incessant voice in his ear, which was sounding way more excited than it should have.

Kit patted the desk with his free hand, leaning back so his head wasn't resting on his hand.

"Ya know how it is right? Sometimes these girls just need a bit of encouragement in the morning." He gestured to the computer.

The wolf's eyes seemed to lighten a bit.

"Oh yeah. I talk to my girl all the time. Got the fastest processor in this Bestia tech-center. I upgraded her myself."

Kit found himself relaxing, until a flash of suspicion crossed the wolf's hazel stare.

"But what are you doing here? I don't recognize you. And usually the interns or volunteers arrive later in the day."

"Oh, well, you see..."

"I just realized I can't actually see if you've blinked twice, so you'll have to tell me. Now tell me the truth-! Have you blinked twice?!"

Kit resisted the urge to grind his teeth.

"I've- actually been here for a while now. I'm mostly just moved around to inspect the bases and such. Ya know, make sure the training programs are up to current protocol, updating software systems, double checking sanitation standards."

Kit shrugged.

"And, ya know. Make sure things run smoothly."

The wolf's eyes had widened in awe and surprise.

"Dang," he whistled. "Sounds like a rough job."

Kit exhaled, relieved that his cover story was still working.

"They make you work insane hours too?" The wolf slowly began to amble away, though his face was still respectfully turned to face the fox.

Kit nodded, purposefully turning his gaze back to the screen, and tapping on the keyboard.

"Actually, I'm headed somewhere else later today. But I haven't been able to check the computer systems yet, so I wanted to get that done before I left."

"Absolutely understandable. My station's over here."

Kit only stole a side glance, noting with satisfaction that the station was ahead and to the far left, across the room from him.

"If you need anything, just let me know!"

"Thanks," Kit replied, his voice nearly a mutter.

"You still haven't answered me-!" A small gasp. "Are they keeping you from talking?! Don't worry, I'll be right there-"

"Don't even think about it," Kit hissed, keeping his voice low and ears erect. He wasn't too keen on being caught unawares a second time.

A low mutter he couldn't quite make out was mumbled with much chagrin. Kit promptly ignored it.

"Omega, what's your progress.?"

A beat of silence.

"I have thoroughly scanned and reviewed all available documents."

"And?"

"No beneficial data has been detected."

Kit felt himself deflate.

"What about, like, the high security stuff?" The voice in his ear offered uncertainly, "Aren't there usually some top secret files or something?"

Kit shook his head, "None that we haven't been able to hack into," he breathed, ear twitching in irritation.

"I cannot help but question how much G.U.N actually trusts this inferior organization. All of the information I have collected from our multiple infiltrations have been vastly disappointing."

"Trust..." Kit muttered, Omega's words tickling a thought in his brain. "Inferior..."

His head jerked up with a gasp, which he quickly tried to stifle before the wolf noticed, his hand clapping over his muzzle.

His eyes darted over to the wolf's station, but the Mobian hadn't seemed to notice. Relief pooled in his chest as he pulled his transmitting device out of its slot, wiping the computer's log of activity and powering it down.

He stood up, pushing the chair away from the desk and tucking the drive back into his vest pocket.

Glancing around once, he stretched and nonchalantly headed out the door.

"All good here!"

"Sweet!" The wolf swiveled around in his chair, giving Kit a thumbs up, "Hey, put in a good word for me to the big guys?"

Kit hesitated, hand on the handle. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

He stepped back out into the hallway, the door clicking closed behind him.

"Soooooo you got a plan?"

Kit grimaced, striding through the maze of a base.

"If you want to call it that."

"Will it involve taking the offensive?"

"Not in the way you mean."

"What're you thinking.?"

"Remember my theory about the government slowly disassociating Mobians from Humans?"

A long groan.

"Come on. That's just a conspiracy!"

"A well calculated one, if my resources are accurately documented."

"Conspiracy or not, I wouldn't put it past G.U.N to back it up. And based on the way they've specifically separated Mobians and Humans in their G.U.P bases, it wouldn't surprise me at all."

Kit turned down another hall, noting the gradual growth of activity as more Mobians began to roam the halls.

"Okay, so what? Even if any of that stuff were true, which I think is ridiculous, how is that gonna help us?"

Kit nodded respectfully to two female operatives passing him.

"It's all about trust. If G.U.N is really starting to lean toward discrimination against Mobians, it makes sense that they'd limit Mobian access to their database."

"So you're gonna break into the Human's half, and hope their database has what we're looking for."

Kit found the hall opening up into a sort of lobby. Elevators lined one wall, and he eyed the ceiling, his sharp eyes searching for cameras. There were several.

"Yup. That's the plan," his eyes probed the shadows, "Omega? Can you hack the cameras at the elevators?"

"I am capable of completing the request. Five seconds."

Kit started the clock in his head.

"And what if G.U.N simply doesn't like sharing its top secret information with its much smaller organization?"

Kit bit his lip.

"Then, we'll have to figure that out..." Which meant they'd probably have to break into G.U.N directly.

"Cameras no longer pose a threat. I suggest you proceed quickly."

"I call getting to bust into G.U.N HQ first!"

Kit's snout wrinkled, the voice, besides rudely overlapping Omega's, sounded way too cheerful. He strode forward, hoping no one would see him.

You belong here. You have authority. There's no reason to question you, repeated inside his mind as he straightened his posture and headed toward the wall of elevators.

"I'm not going over this again," he muttered, jabbing the button with his thumb.

"Why not? You seem to be able to go over it every other time I want to have fun."

"Then you know why my answer stays 'no'."

There was a defeated sigh, and Kit almost felt bad as he heard the spark of excitement die out of the voice.

"Okay okay. So, how are you planning to get through the human section?"

A chime sounded and the doors opened smoothly to the sides. Kit stepped in, the warm yellow light greeting him as he jammed the button to close the doors.

"Do you require assistance in locating the computer facility for the human sector?"

Kit exhaled. "Actually- yeah. That would be nice."

"Acknowledged. Pulling up base blueprints."

The elevator doors slid closed and Kit exhaled a breath of relief before unbuckling his belt and slipping his pants down.

"I'm gonna have to disguise myself."

He fiddled with the pant legs, trying to gauge whether one was larger than the other. Dubbing that neither were more favorable than the other, he decided that his left leg would better handle the discomfort he was about to place himself in.

"Disguise? What are you… No. No way. You can't be serious!”

Kit grimaced, twisting around and pulling his soft fox tail into his hands, smoothing the fur down as the elevator smoothly ascended.

"Serious as the last turkey on thanksgiving."

"But- how are you- what about-!"

The panic was overly evident. And it only made Kit more frustrated as he gently pushed his tail into his left pant leg, trying to wrap the appendage around his leg and smooth it down so it was as small as possible.

"Yes I'm fully aware. I'm already working on it."

"Working on it?! What does that even mean?!"

"I am also curious as to the nature of your solution to this problem."

Kit sighed, patting down some of the fur turned backwards in an attempt to make himself as close to comfortable as possible.

"I'm stuffing it in my pant leg."

"And how do you know that'll work?”

Kit tediously began to pull the pants back up, guiding it over the additional appendage.

"I don't. But I don't really have many other ideas."

"Tails,” the voice was dead serious, "If someone notices-“

"They won't."

Kit refastened the pants securely around his waist, straightening and smoothing out the uniform. He took a deep breath, letting it out slow. He didn't have a mirror. The shiny interior of the elevator would have to do.

The elevator slowed to a gentle stop.

Now or never.

He focused on his appearance, imagining a short man. Freckles. Dusty blonde hair with a strawberry tint.

The doors slid open and Kit stiffened. Humans. Walking casually past him. Not giving him a second thought. As their chattering figures retreated down the adjoining hall, Kit poked his head out of the elevator.

"'Mega, you're in the system still?"

"Affirmative. Though I only have limited access."

"Can you see me in the cameras?"

"If you can, pull the feed up here will you 'Mega?"

"Request acknowledged. Processing. Visual connection established."

"Okay, I'm at the elevator. I'm going to step out- you need to tell me if I'm all good to go. Okay?"

"Got it."

"Affirmative."

Kit glanced both ways one last time before timidly stepping out of the safe confines of the metal elevator.

"Well..?" he whispered.

"Well. You did it."

Kit felt a weight slide off his shoulders.

"Perfect." He strode forward more confidently. He belonged here. "Omega? I'll be needing those directions if you don't mind."

"Affirmative. At the next hall take a left."

Kit obeyed.

"You look weird as a human…”

"No criticizing my disguise, I couldn't see myself clearly in the elevator," he turned left, noticing another branching hallway ahead of him, "Turn here?"

"Negative. At the next juncture you will need to take a right."

"Got it."

If the Mobian section of the base was a maze, the human section was a labyrinth. It was frustrating that G.U.P seemed to refuse to use a similar floor plan, making each base uniquely confusing. Even Omega would get him turned around, the blueprints going against what was actually constructed. A couple of times Kit had to nervously pardon himself from suspicious glances, laughing at how confusing the place was for someone so new. Thankfully no one pressed him any further. Content to ignore the idiotic new recruit in favor of getting back to their jobs.

As he walked, Kit kept adding more increments to his height. Slowly growing from a little-more-than-waist-high-midget, to just-a-little-shorter-than-shoulders-average. It was weird seeing the world from a higher height. He could have easily looked over a crowd of average mobians.

Was this how Vector felt..?

"The computer lab is located directly ahead to the left."

It wasn't two seconds after Omega made the comment, that Kit spotted his objective.

Long windows lined the wall giving passersby a clear view into the large room packed full of desks, monitors and humming machinery. There was a station for phone calls, the humans behind those desks outfitted with their own headsets as they clacked away at their computers.

Others sat at their monitors while a human would shuffle papers back and forth, seemingly at random.

Kit knew there had to be a reason so many people were in there at once, he just wished he knew what it was.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and gripped the handle.

"Omega? Can you unlock the door.?"

"I am fully capable. However, doing so may alert security, considering the amount of tampering I have already partaken in."

"And using my Mobian clearance badge would almost definitely alert security. Probably a lot faster than hacking it."

"Tails-"

"Just do it Omega."

"…Unlocking computer room door momentarily."

The light turned green and the handle clicked with the sound of the lock disengaging. Taking a sharp inhale, Kit opened the door and stepped inside. A chorus of tapping keys and mumbling voices enveloped him.

"Careful in there.."

When was he not.?

Kit pushed back the irritation, forcing himself to keep a bored expression.

He belonged here. He'd done this before. There was nothing special or memorable about him.

He slid into an empty space, not daring to look at the human two seats to his right. More humans slid into the room and if Kit had fur it would've bristled and a strange chill skittered down his spine when his ears didn't twitch towards the noise.

His fingers flew across the keyboard. The fur on his tail scraped and poked at his bare, human skin, making his seated position even more itchy and uncomfortable. A bead of nervous sweat dripped down the side of his face as he hacked past G.U.P's firewalls, praying that past at all he would find a mutual server, linking both networks together.

The computer screen lit up, and Kit had to bite back a cheer of victory as relief lifted his heart in a flood of emotion.

"This is it.! I'm in!" He whispered, glancing to his left and right cautiously while he reached into his uniform pocket and pulled out the device from before. Half a second was all he needed to find a port, and the device was plugged in.

He and Omega raced against the clock, checking file after file, folder after folder, digging deeper and deeper into G.U.N.'s database.

Every second that passed felt like a step closer to finding what they were looking for- but for every file they broke into, Kit felt a terrible sense of dread. Every moment he sat there, was a moment more for someone to catch on. For someone in G.U.P defense to realize that a malfunction occurred in the tech lab's door lock. That an unknown AI was surging through their network. That an imposter was surfing their most private, top secret files.

Even worse, Kit was worried that G.U.N would notice someone hacking into their system from within their own child organization. That they'd cut him off. That they'd figure out what he wanted. And then everything would be for naught.

He gnawed his lower lip, fighting back the urge to twist his tail nervously.

He broke into another file, hacking past the protection protocols and 'top secret' failsafes like a technological lumberjack.

The file burst open. A slew of detailed records, journal entries, photos, even clipped videos.

Kit's eyes widened, and he immediately hurried to download the file onto the drive.

Stress crashed against excitement, and he wasn't aware of his foot tapping hurriedly against the floor as he watched the percentage slowly tick upwards.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the computer let out a happy ding. The download bar read 100% and as quickly as it was in, Kit took it out.

His heart pounded in his ears while he wiped the computer, erasing any evidence of his hack, and powered it off. He desperately hoped that he didn't look as panicked as he felt, pushing away from the desk and walking towards the door.

Even striding through the corridors with the drive pressed in his palm was enough to make him feel dizzy.

They did it. Finally, after all these years, they'd found him.

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