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[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Real conversation that I had yesterday with a friend who is an anime only of Tokyo Revengers:

Friend: Poor Takemitchy, everybody is giving him the responsibility of saving Mikey. At this point, I'm almost expecting for ghost Shinichiro to came back and say "Takemitchy, I entrust Mikey to you!" Me: What? Ha, ha, ha, that would be so crazy... (Meanwhile Shinichiro) Shinichiro: Hey kid, you seem like a nice person, I just gave you the amazing power of having to save my brother from himself. It would only cost you your mental health! Takemitchy: But sir, I just want to be a hero... Shinichiro: And you will! :) Wakasa: Shin, DON'T Benkei: Shin, we are taking your brothers to theraphy. Takeomi: Can we also take mine, please?

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Shinichiro wished for Mikey to become greater than him. He was convinced it would happen.

But, life had another plan in mind. That's just how it is. Still, Shinichiro's life has all been about his brother. With his father's death and his mother in the hospital, with being the person responsible of her, the one the hospital kept updated, he did every he did with Mikey in the back of his head.

Everything for Mikey. And Mikey would become greater than him, because it's his brother and that's just how it's supposed to be

Hence, when the chance of that happening came back: when Mikey comes back to life, what's taken from him is this. Mikey ends up the same way Shinichiro does without Mikey around.

Shinichiro wanted Mikey to be greater than him — Mikey ends up how Shinichiro was supposed to, had Mikey not been here.

And I know we talk about 'Mikey's curse' but it's Shinichiro's

Shinichiro is the one who killed. Shinichiro is the one who got cursed. Shinichiro is the one who messed up with karma and time. It's Shinichiro's curse because the most efficient way to curse him is to fuck up Mikey's life.

He wanted to save his brother's life and he ended up making it bad (euphemism). He's the reason why.

[cleabellanov]

Remember when, at the very beginning of season 2, a lot of us had this theory in mind? About how Mobius decided to help, sort of rescue Loki in season 1 because he knew them before the memory erasure at the TVA?

Funny how that turned out to be true. Because he did know Loki. It's a nice circle, where they know each other for an undetermined while, then one of them doesn't.

[anonymousewrites]

Portal to My Heart (Book 1) Alternate Chapter Six

Loki x Reader

Alternate Chapter Six: Into the Original Timeline

Summary: What if instead of escaping the timeline and becoming variants, (Y/N) and Loki continued on their path in the original timeline?

Author's Note: Welcome to my Alternate (or really Original) Timeline Loki x Reader. I'm going to start a book that follows the original Thor: Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok, and Avengers Infinity War timeline of the Marvel universe to show what would have happened between Loki and the MC if they hadn't gone to the TVA and such. Fair warning, as my Book 2 showed, it will not have a happy ending, so just know you're not going to be necessarily satisfied. But we have the LOKI series to keep the romance going! And now, without further ado, what could/would have been:

            (Y/N) could hear the fight continuing outside. She could see Chitauri and their strange tank creatures flying by. She could see flames and smoke from destroyed buildings. She hated to think about the lives lost in the battle. (Y/N) sighed. She hoped it would be over soon with the “Avengers” the victors.

            Suddenly, the sky outside went dark. Storm clouds rolled in. Lightning crackled above. Then, lightning crackled down the Empire State Building. It was then redirected, undoubtedly by Thor, over Stark Tower. (Y/N) guessed it was probably to hit the Chitauri coming out from the portal.

            After that, relatively clear skies returned. Screams and explosions were all (Y/N) could hear. She despised it, but there was no safe way of getting down from the tower, nor could she really help. So, she decided to have a little bit of fun during the possible end of the world. Stark’s bar was pretty out of the way, so (Y/N) sat down behind it so people couldn’t see here and had a drink.

            Cheers to the end of the world, thought (Y/N), toasting to herself. She was alone with her thoughts. They were clouded with thoughts of Loki. She was curious about what he was really like, beyond whatever was controlling him. (Y/N) had felt how the scepter wanted to influence her, whispering without words about how much power and revenge it could bring her, magnifying her negative feelings. She wondered how much of what he was doing was him, and how much was the scepter. Loki possessed it for much longer than the minutes she held it. Who knew how much his mind was twisted? Granted, (Y/N) knew he definitely had some mischievous tendencies and loved power, but she had seen some forms of kindness in him, although only briefly. She wanted to see more since he was very interesting.

            Summoned by her thoughts, she heard a crash on the balcony outside. Peeking over the bar, she saw Loki standing up angrily. His helmet had been knocked off. He was about to attack when the Hulk slammed him through the remaining windows of Stark Tower’s top floor. (Y/N) winced at the force by which Loki hit the wall and then the floor. Hulk roared and approached the raven-haired man.

            “Enough!” cried Loki furiously, standing up. “You are, all of you, beneath me! I am a god, you dull creature. And I will not be bullied by—.”

            Hulk grabbed him by the ankle and smashed him repeatedly against the floor. Loki was left on his back in a dent in the ground, groaning.

            “Puny god,” huffed Hulk as he left the building.

            (Y/N) was deciding whether or not to come out. She watched first as Black Widow dropped down, grabbed the scepter, and left again quickly. She decided not to question it as the assassin was probably helping save the world. Bracing hers

            Loki whimpered slightly from the pain.

            (Y/N) was deciding whether or not to come out. She watched first as Black Widow dropped down, grabbed the scepter, and left again quickly. She decided not to question it as the assassin was probably helping save the world. Bracing herself slightly for what she would have to deal with, she finished her glass of wine. (Y/N) then grabbed a towel and a bottle of vodka. She walked calmly over to Loki.

            “You look like how I feel,” she muttered.

            Loki scowled at her. “Spare me your pity.”

            (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “No worries, I’m not pitying the guy who’s started a war in New York.”

            “Then what are you doing?” questioned Loki.

            “You saved me from pain, so I’m saving you from some,” she answered. “Don’t tell anyone I did this, and I won’t tell anyone what you did.”

            “Very well,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) poured the vodka onto the towel and began dabbing into onto the trickster’s forehead where many wounds were. He hissed slightly at the sensation, but (Y/N) continued. No words were spoken between them. Both were planning on never speaking about this. In fact, if Loki lost, which it very much seemed he would, they were probably never going to speak again in their lives. (Y/N) and Loki were both disappointed since they had found someone interesting that brought some excitement into life, but neither would admit that. So, they contented themselves with silence, resigning to push away the emotions that they didn’t like.

            “There,” said (Y/N), finishing. She looked outside and saw Chitauri falling to the ground from where they had been flying. They all seemed to be “shutting off,” if living beings could do that. “It’s over.”

            “I’ve lost,” said Loki, growling slightly.

            “We did warn you,” said (Y/N), “And now you’re going to pay for your crimes. Have fun!” She stood and placed the alcohol bottle back in the bar.

            Loki smirked up at her. “If there’s one thing you should remember of me, it is that I rarely allow others to determine my future.”

            She turned back to him and nodded. “True, you did spend quite a bit of effort ridding yourself of the scepter’s control.”

            “And as usual, my efforts yielded results,” said Loki.

            “Well, I suppose I should congratulate you,” remarked (Y/N), smirking, “But I’m afraid you’re about to be rather disappointed.” She saw the Avengers landing on the balcony.

            “Oh, joy,” said Loki sarcastically. He dragged himself up the stairs before turning around. He looked up at the group of heroes who were looking down at him threateningly. “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now,” said Loki cheekily.

            The Avengers looked unamused.

            (Y/N), on the other hand, snorted. “Good luck with that. Most of the bottles and glasses are destroyed.”

            “All right, get him on his feet,” said Iron Man, “We can all stand around posing up a storm later.” He glanced back at Loki. “By the way, feel free to clean up.”

            Loki’s hands were chained, and Thor stood by him so he couldn’t run off.

            “Who gets the, uh, magic wand?” asked Romanoff.

            “STRIKE team’s coming to secure it,” said Rogers.

            SHIELD agents began to stream in. Some were doctors and walked over to (Y/N), but she waved them off. She had enough of people being all up in her business for today.

            “We can take that off your hands,” said one agent to Black widow. (Y/N) thought his name might be Sitwell.

            Black Widow handed it over, and Sitwell looked at it in awe.

            “Don’t mess around with that thing,” advised (Y/N).

            “Yeah, unless you want your mind erased,” said Barton, taking a drink he stole from the bar.

            “And not in the fun way,” said (Y/N).

            “We promise to be careful.” Sitwell placed the scepter in a silver case.

Captain America pressed his earpiece. “On my way down to coordinate search-and-rescue.”

            Loki rolled his eyes and transformed into the Captain. “ ‘On my way down to coordinate search-and-rescue.’ ” He transformed back. “I mean, honestly, how do you keep your food down?”

            Thor took out a small device that then expanded. It was a muzzle, which he then placed on Loki’s mouth. “Shut up.”

            (Y/N) snickered at Loki’s face and followed everyone to the elevator. She just wanted to go home and sleep for days. Unfortunately, now she had to deal with being right next to Loki and a bunch of SHIELD agents.

            Carrying a silver briefcase with the Tesseract in it, Stark was the last to get into the elevator after the SHIELD agents sent it back up. Behind him, Hulk attempted to get in.

            “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Thor.

            “Hey, hey. Buddy!” said Stark. “What do you think? Maximum occupancy has been reached.”

            The doors began to slide closed as Hulk growled.

            “Take the stairs,” advised Hawkeye.

            “Yeah,” said Stark.

            Hulk was getting annoyed.

            If I have to deal with a brawl with the Hulk, I’m running away to a random island where none of this shit will bother me again, thought (Y/N).

            “Stop, stop,” said Stark as Hulk raised a fist.

            Too late. As the doors closed, Hulk dented them.

            “Oh, come on,” said Stark, exasperated.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the dent. “I would hate to get hit by that.”

            Loki glared at her, but she just smiled innocently at him. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. They all walked out into Stark Tower’s lobby. Six armed guards remained on either side of Loki, and most of the other avoided being near him, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She was right in front of him while Stark and Thor walked farther up. They halted in front of some SHIELD higher-ups, including Mr. Pierce. (Y/N) found him as disgusting as every other government official, especially since he always looked out for himself more than the good of the people.

            “Uh, may I ask you where you’re going?” questioned Pierce.

            “Bit of lunch and then Asgard,” said Thor. “I’m sorry, you are…?”

            “Alexander Pierce,” answered Stark, “He’s the man above the folks behind Nick Fury.”

            “Oh,” said Thor in realization.

            “My friends call me Mr. Secretary,” said Pierce.

            “More like Mr. Suspicious,” muttered (Y/N).

            The guards to either side didn’t hear her, but Loki’s eyes crinkled in a smile that couldn’t be seen because of his muzzle.

            “I’m going to have to ask you to turn that prisoner and the girl over to me,” said Pierce.

            “Excuse me?” questioned (Y/N), crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

            “We were recording as much as we could of Loki in Stark Tower. You gave off some strong energy similar to the Tesseract,” said Pierce.

            Shit, thought (Y/N), sighing.

            Thor and Stark turned to her, and she shrugged casually. There was no point in denying what she’d done if there was proof.

            “We are going to investigate what caused it,” said Pierce.

            “By experimenting on me?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow challengingly.

            “You will just be participating in some tests,” replied Pierce.

            Thor butted in. “Loki will be answering to Odin himself, and Asgard has knowledge beyond Earth’s. We would be able to help Lady (Y/N) there.”

            “No, he’s going to answer to us. Odin can have what’s left. And she will be perfectly fine in our care,” said Pierce.

            Care my ass. You’re going to turn me into a brainwashed weapon who will do all your dirty work.

            Loki and (Y/N) simultaneously rolled their eyes.

            “And I’m going to need that case,” said Pierce, glancing down at the Tesseract’s container. “That’s been SHIELD’s property for over seventy years.”

            One of Pierce’s associates tried to take the case from Stark, who pushed him back.

            “Hand over the case, Stark,” ordered Pierce.

            Thor and Stark put up a hand to keep the government officials back.

            “I’m not gonna argue who’s the higher authority here,” said Stark.

            “I need the case,” enunciated Pierce.

            “I know you’ve got a lot of pull, I’m just saying, jurisdiction…” said Stark.

            “Okay, then give me the case,” said Pierce, becoming annoyed. He grabbed the case’s handle.

            “Well, jurisdiction…” The billionaire tightened his hold, even as multiple agents tried to take it from him.

            “Hand it over,” ordered an agent.

            “Get your hands off me!” exclaimed Stark.

            Before Pierce or Stark could further argue, Thor plucked the suitcase out of Stark’s hands. Everyone’s eyes went to the tall, muscular man.

            “This will return to Asgard. My people will guard it properly,” said Thor.

            No one was about to argue with the god.

            “Fine.” The words came out sharply from Pierce, frustrated at having been thwarted but knowing he didn’t have the power at the moment to challenge Thor. He turned to (Y/N), and she narrowed her eyes. “So, you have your prisoner and your artifact. We’ll be leaving with Miss (Y/N) in order to discuss the strange power surges we sensed during the battle.”

            No thanks, no way in Hell, thought (Y/N). And so she turned to Thor and smiled. “Actually, I’d like to learn what Asgard’s knowledge on such power is. They clearly have more experience than Earth does.”

            Loki nearly snorted with laughter at how sickly-sweet (Y/N) was being. (Y/N) glared at him with a look that said “don’t-mess-this-up-this-is-my-ticket-out.”

            Thor didn’t notice the exchanged and grinned. “What a fine idea, Lady (Y/N)! I’m glad you agree!” He smiled at Stark, Pierce, and the rest of the mortals. “Well, then, we’ll be heading off!”

            “Do not do that disappearing-portal-thing in the middle of my building,” said Stark. “It’s been through enough already. Pepper’s gonna kill me about the remodeling costs.”

            “The park is big enough,” said Captain America.

            “Excellent!” Thor grabbed Loki and hauled him with him.

            (Y/N) smirked at Pierce before following them out. She had no idea what she was about to step into, but if it meant getting out of Pierce and SHIELD’s control and having some autonomy, then (Y/N) was going to take the opportunity. She was going to find freedom.

            (But seriously, did it have to involve god politics?)

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[lilmcttens]

[nalyra-dreaming]

Have you seen the original timeline that was in the bts Mara shared in her interview? Louis and Lestat met in October 1910, first night together January 1911 and Louis' turning in March 1911. Then in 1x02 they went for a train trip where they met Sofia, a female opera singer and had a threesome with her! In 1x03 there is no mention of Antoinette, Claudia's turning was set in July 1917 after Louis and Lestat were back from the trip and they found all Storyville and the Azalea closed and boarded up and Louis kills Anderson and not Fenwick. I think it was the original draft when s1 was supposed to cover the entire season.

It’s realllyyyy interesting!!

I can‘t really wrap my head around all of the changes yet (some make sense to me, some do not?! 😅) but I agree, they had probably simplified some things for a one season run… nonetheless, that one season was supposed to have 15 episodes iirc, (couldn’t find the source I remember a really old article, but the oldest I could google just now says 8) , 8, so… some of these changes… are really interesting.

Maybe we’ll get a recount after season 2 as per to the why ;)))

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Shinichiro, stay away from the kids!

(with love)

Okay, first of all, this is not a hating Shinichiro post. I swear it. This is just me having brain riot and thinking in how many times Shin was a questionable example for kids and teens around him and how we seem to forget about it but it's kinda hilarious when you put all of them together (except for Sanzu, that is never funny, my poor lil gremlin 😭)

I know most of this things were because he was also too young, oblivious and reckless. I know that, but it's funny to bully him with affection anyway 🙈

(and in the more serious ones, he was too dissociated and too out of everything, I know that too)

So... Here I go, random Shinichiro moments for all of you!

(big manga spoilers because it's Shinichiro)

Leaving Inupi to look out the shop.

Inupi, who looks like a cute potato here and it's deffinetly too young for it. Canon unpayed intern Inupi, yuhuuu! 💜

Him smoking around bikes all the damn time.

In his shop where Inupi was and could blow out the whole block. But also in his garage, where Draken and Mikey used to watch him fix the bikes. Shin, don't, that's dangerous! (I would say "if you wanna kill yourself do it but don't drag others with you", buuuuuut... Yeah, he did it and everyone got drag on that, so why bother to say it? 😑)

Wharever the fuck this was.

Probably just a prank, but.. Really, Shin? You ran away and left Izana there? I know, I know, you're a dumb teen, but c'mon, think for once! The whole interaction makes me laugh and want to smack Shinichiro in general, to be honest.

Oh...I think the not-so-funny ones are about to start. Here we go!

Leaving the Black Dragons to the traumatized orphan that just went out of juvie.

Yeah, that looks like a great idea, I'm sure nothing wrong will come out of this, lalalalalalala! (Shinichiro and his relationship with delinquency and his siblings should be a lot more explored because holy shit)

(Btw, not even pointing the helmets stuff, nops)

Bringing 8 y/o Mikey to gang meetings.

Like... What the fuck? I'm with Takeomi on this one, are you stupid Shinichiro? What are you thinking? Are you thinking? 😒

Love how BenWaka bully him for it too, that's why I left it here, ngl.

Isn't that just how Haruchiyo is, slashing people for Mikey?

Well, yeah, he is, but he wasn't! He shouldn't! Can't you not pretend this is not concerning for a second? Or... Not settle this mindset on Sanzu because it's gonna have big consequences? 🤦🏻

Talking about his inminent suicide with a 13 y/o.

Okay, I thought A LOT about putting this one, because obviously I'm not judging Shin at all, he was in a really dark place and when you're about to kill yourself you can't think clearly. It's just that this exchange... Breaks me. And Haruchiyo is just a kid, this is so not fair for him either 😭

(Sanos, start treating the Akashis like people with feelings that also matter for once, please)

You can still be his friend even if he scarred you for life!

Okay, Shin, I know you're a mix of biased and dissociated but... Really? Please, stop creating Sanzu, stop iiiiit! Let Haruchiyo alone, don't do this! Also... "Right now"? So you're saying he should forgive Mikey but not right now? Is that, Shincihiro? 😒

Trauma dumping to 13 y/o Haruchiyo. Shhh, keep the secret, bye!

Did I say Shinichiro created Sanzu? Yes? I'll say it again, I don't care. Again, I know he was dissociating and all, but, but... It's fine to kill people for Mikey mindset is now installed successfully on Haruchiyo's brain, yuhuuu! 😭

The amount of total disregard for Haruchiyo's mental health here is too much and should be a crime. The "keep the secret" part don't make it better. Specially, specially, when Shinichiro himself is not going to keep it, he's about to say everything to Wakasa. But Haru? Shhh, you should keep the secret, I'm sure this is not a huge burden for a teenager that suddenly have two set of memories!

(Well, not everything, he probably forgot to tell Waka about Haruchiyo remembering it, because in the final battle it didn't look like Sanzu ever talked about it with Wakasa and I wanna think they would if he knew... Look, another Sano forgetting about Sanzu, yuhu! 😑)

(Shin, with all my love, but I hate you for this one even if you gave me the best blorbo to torture on my fics that I ever had)

I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, random kid that I don't even know the name! 👀

YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS ONE SHINICHIRO! I wish you remembered in the final timeline because you own Takemitchy the biggest freaking apology of all your life! What the hell? Go, apologize with Michi now!

Yes, he was able to handle it and to be traumatized infinite times in the way, but that's not the point! Use you brain for once Shin, why are you giving the burden to a kid? Why? What is wrong with you? (so many things actually xD)

But, for real, this sentence is Wakui being hilarious because c'mon, poor Takemichi!

Edit: I didn't put the poorly way Shinichiro handled everything about Izana and Mikey because I consider canon doesn't give us enough info on that. Same with Emma. What happened? Why Izana never met them? I have my hc, of course, but we don't know for sure. So... I can't ramble about how badly he managed that! (Badly, for sure, I just don't know exactly how and how much)

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

The best (as in, the least angsty/heartwrenching) 'Where is Emma in the OG!Timeline'-headcanon I can think of is that she ran away to find Izana and that she succeeded in doing so

It's still angsty af

But Izana and Emma have each others at least (and also Emma and Kakucho can finally interact because I swear these two are such sweethearts and as Izana's most beloved people they should've met-)

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enemies

wc: 1077 au: mercenary au ch: mouse + tino

“Please, don’t let them hurt me.”

She says it to him because he looks like the type to fall for it. The type to be too kind to be a soldier; like there's a hint of someone in those pretty brown eyes who hates all this violence. Maybe rebukes it--has nightmares about it later. Very cute. He won't find a reflection of that person in her; but she's escalating the terror in her eyes as much as she can. On her knees, hands tied up behind her back.

Captured. Go fucking figure.

It's not necessarily fake, either. Unfortunately. That shine in her eyes is partially real--someone had hit her in the face, pretty fucking hard. Had knocked loose a little blood. Just a dribble of it from her nose. A bead rolls over her lip, and she resists tasting it with her tongue. The blood will make her look properly pathetic.

And they won't kill her. Not yet, anyway. Valuable for the time being--that doesn't mean they won't hurt her. And she's not interested in torture. A whole been there, done that kind of vibe. No need to revisit (enough nightmares to last a lifetime, a few scars that will never fade). So she's staring at this SAS soldier, that salt and pepper look to him and thinking, oh this one for sure.

Mouse's eyes wander over him, standing as he is. He's thick in his tac gear. Built with strong arms, bear paws of hands. And her eyes linger on one of those hands too, because there's a hint of a tattoo. One she thinks she recognizes, enough to make the cogs start turning in her head. Handsome, older, soft eyed--rosary tattoo.

Just them, waiting in the room for transport.

She lets herself bow forward, head sinking.

“God, help me,” she chokes out, in what she thinks, is a very convincing sob. It’s soft and not dramatic. She’s not putting her full chest into it, making it a little whimper. As if she’d said it without meaning for him to hear—but he does. Shifts on his feet a bit, those heavy tactical boots crunching on the floor. Mouse blinks a few times. Then screws her eyes shut and shakes her head a little. Needs those tears and blood to look wet.

When she looks up, Mouse lets her knees part further. She sinks lower, real small and real sad. Look how weak I am, look how weak and sad and pathetic I am. Look at me. Look at me...And he does, and there's a roundness to his shoulders now. A softening up--like warm butter. Mouse wants to smile but that would probably ruin it.

“I—I’m just a specialist—I don’t—” She scoots forward and he raises a hand. She can see the rough callouses of his palm. She briefly thinks they must feel nice sliding over skin. He looks like the kind of man to enjoy missionary. Slow and gentle and romantic, cradling his lover close. He'd like a soft kiss to the brow, a gentle bite to his ear lobe, eye contact.

“Need you to stay quiet,” he says. It’s not a threat. Just an order. She nods her head, feels that blood slide harder from her nose and it makes her recoil from herself. She sniffs and then tears are able to spill from her eyes—fucking finally. They fall wet and fat, roll right off her chin.

“The rope hurts,” she whispers. “And the blood—feels funny,” Mouse laughs that out, not her usual note. It’s a soft aren’t I sad? “Can you get it for me?”

He stares at her, his face carefully constructed for a soldier. All hard planes, all serious. But she can see a small shift in his expression. A little hesitancy and a little give. Mouse holds her tongue, makes her eyes big, stares up from the floor. He’s tall like that. Attractive, in that way older men are. Missionary is boring, she’d tell him. You should try it rough.

The soldier lifts a hand—I bite, she thinks, laughing inside her own head, hard—and his thumb gently brushes underneath her nose. She sighs out, lets the warmth of that breath touch his palm as he brushes. Her eyelashes flutter, her face tilting toward his hand. That’s not necessarily staged. She’s always been one for a soft touch to the face. Always liked those big, rough, soldiers hands when they curl in a little gentle.

“That better?” His voice is still gentle, but there’s some roughness laced in with it—Mouse smiles, maybe with too much teeth because his eyes assess her immediately. So she leans her head forward, lets it sag into his thigh. He should back up, should get away from her, but she must be doing something to this poor soldier. Hell. He’s not doing nothing to her, either. Could be a worse man to try and manipulate.

“I’m scared,” she mumbles against the rough fabric of his tactical trousers. He smells like sweat and gunpowder. Unfortunately, her brains wired that to be a lot more arousing than it should. “Sir.” Maybe thats heavy handed—but all soldiers seem to want someone saying that one little word to them, breathy and hot. His hand moves, seems to tuck under her chin.

“Stop that,” he’s admonishing her and it makes her laugh—in her real laugh, which is a slip up because he holds her a little rougher. She tilts her head back to look at him, his hand holding her face and—well. She accidentally Mouse’s a bit too hard because she smiles her real smile. All sweet and pretty, and since his hand is so close—she brushes her tongue out, lathes it over that calloused hand, licks her blood right off his finger.

Mouse only gets to have her teeth skate over his finger for a moment before his hand jerks her back roughly by the shoulder. He spins her so she’s facing the wall—it’s a difficult scrabble across hard concrete for her and she’s hissing when he does. His hand rests on her head, gently tucking it toward the brick.

“Don’t turn around again, now. Alright? You hear?”

She huffs out a petulant little sound. Her tongue is salty from the blood.

“Don’t get mad at me if you liked that,” she snaps.

Fine, she’d find a different way out SAS capture.