#if That leak happens i’m pulling out the big guns btw

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is this rhaenyra reacting to the fact that baela did indeed NOT stay high and keep her distance 😭

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BNHA Chapter 312 Spoiler Analysis: Hero Turned Assassin

It’s Friday, my dudes!  That means the leaks for the new chapter is out!  This time, we’re focusing on our new lady assassin villain who we ended with last week.  Ngl, I love her design and concept.  I actually wouldn’t mind if she stepped on me 😳  All that aside, this was a damn good chapter, but I really hope Deku’s going to be ok taking her on by himself:

Alright, the chapter starts off with a little flashback of Hawks talking to Deku as Deku is suiting up to leave Central hospital.  Hawks reassures Deku that he should be ok from AFO and Shigaraki for now since they aren’t at full power yet.  Their best option would be to take Deku in alive rather than dead.  Hawks can only think of one person who might be capable of capturing Deku: the assassin woman.  Turns out, that woman was his senpai back at the Hero Safety Commision and she’s dangerous.

So, as far as we know, Deku’s most likely going to live several more days even if he does get captured.  However, he’s being hunted down by a highly skilled assassin who was also Hawk’s senpai back in the day.  The fact that Hawks of all people is warning Deku to run away from her if he can say something about her skills.  I can only guess how good her skills are, but I’d say they’re probably somewhere in the S-tier range if Hawks is afraid of her.

The next couple of pages help properly introduce our new villain: Lady Nagant!  A few points here: 1. The bullet is made from her hair which is colored dark blue and pink.  I personally love those two colors, so I’m glad to see that color scheme used on her.  Also hair bullets is such a great concept, 2. That rifle is definitely coming from her elbow which she can bring out and retract at will, which is badass as hell, 3. I looked up the word “Nagant” and it’s actually type of (Russian?) gun that ranges from a 7-shot revolver to a sniper rifle, so that’s a good Villain name for her, 4. She was a former hero under the Safety Commision who decided to go to the dark side for some reason.  Like, did she see the bad side of Hero Society and that caused her to change?  Did she see something in Villainy that caused her to change her POV?  I want to know what?, 5. Again, love her design like hoo boy, Horikoshi snapped with her. 

So, Deku’s on the run from her and he is completely on his own now that his phone is broken.  He doesn’t even know what happened to All Might 😭!  He’s also afraid that All Might and Hawks will be targeted by her.  Deku’s debating wheaher he should run or face Nagant face on.  With someone like Muscular, I wasn’t worried about Deku because he’s not only improved a lot since last time, but he’s taken on Muscular before so he knew what he was fighting.  But, this is a brand-new villain.  Not much is known about her and Deku has never fought her before.  I’d say run, but someone has to take her out.  Maybe Hawks will swoop in and have a reunion with his senpai.  Though, he doesn’t have wings now, so I’m not sure what he can really do against her besides have a chat…

And Deku is shot!  Not fatally thank god, but he did get hit.  Turns out Lady Nagant can actually curve her shots.  Even Deku’s Danger Sense couldn’t detect it in time good lord.  So she can just straight up made bullets that can curve too that is absolutely insane.  Any marksman would be jealous of her.  

Fun Fact of the Day: Based on Horikoshi-sensei’s comment of the week, Lady Nagant and her curve bullet are actually based off the 2008 film Wanted staring James McAvoy and Angelina Jolie (he even thanked Ms. Jolie!)!  I decided to IMDB the film to see if I remembered it and it turns out that I have actually seen a little of it before.  You know that gif of McAvoy smacking Chris Pratt’s face with a keyboard and the loose keys spell out “Fuck You”?  Yeah, that’s from Wanted.  Also, the curved bullet Horikoshi is talking about is when Jolie manages to “curve” a bullet enough to kill a group of assassins who were standing in a circle.  Look, I don’t know if physics can actually make that work in real life, but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t sound badass.

Back to the story, we have a bit of flashback to an old TV special that interviewed 100 active Noteworthy Heroes.  The 25th Pro Hero being interview is none other than Snipe, one of UA’s teachers!  It’s been a hot couple of years since we’ve seen him around.  Actually, we don’t even know if he’s alive…  Let’s assume he is and continue with the story.

Anyway, Snipe was having some good friendly competition in the Long-Range sniping with Lady Nagant back in the day.  He explains while his Quirk, “Homing” allows him to lock-on to anyone within a 600 Meter range, he can’t choose where his attack hits and the hit isn’t that powerful (Shigaraki could’ve actually gotten killed back in the USJ if Snipe wasn’t careful enough damn).  Lady Nagant, on the other hand, has a range of 3 Kilometers with insane accuracy.  I did some quick calculations and it turns out that 3KM = 3,000M!  That’s 5 times farther than what Snipe can do.  That is absolutely nuts!

Lady Nagant’s Quirk is called “Rifle”!  Turns out that the secret lies in her bullets made out of hair.  When she mixes her duel colored hair, it works like epoxy putty.  Epoxy putty is a substance that hardens over time.  It’s normally used as a seal for cracks and holes, and it’s both highly-resistant and unshrinkable when hardened.  So, when Lady Nagant pulls strands out of her hair to mix and mould them, she can harden that hair into a bullet which explains the dark blue and pink fibers in the speaker bullet she fired at Deku’s phone.  Apparently, she can make any kind of bullet she wants ranging from hollow bullets to curved bullets.  She can then load and fire those bullets from her rifle into her right arm.  God, there’s so much potential for a Quirk like this.  The only limit I can think of for this Quirk is if she runs out of hair for bullets similar to how if Ibara Shiozaki from Class 1-B (or 2-B now I guess) would run out of hair to use her Vines.  I wonder if Lady Nagant using her hair so much is the reason why it’s shorter now than when she was a hero.

I gotta say, I think this is one of the coolest and unique Quirks Horikoshi has come up with in a while.  It’s just so unique and imaginative!  I don’t think I could ever come up with an idea like this.  I like that her Quirk is almost like a 2-in-1 thing: the putty hair and the rifle in her arm.  They’re both different functions that work in tandem together.  I also love Nagant hero outfit!  She was rocking the long ponytail work, had a visor and antenna on her right eye for accuracy, and a belt holding her hair bullets.  She’s also freakin’ stacked as hell, but I’ll let this one slide because her design is so freaking great.  

Back to the present, Deku managed to catch the bullet, but his left gauntlet has been damaged.  So, it looks like Deku won’t be punching with his left arm unless All Might has some backup Mid-Gauntlets.  Thankfully he’s found out where Lady Nagant is based on where she shot from just twice.  She’s only about 1KM away and Deku wants to get in closer.  God, Deku is so freaking smart.  I want to know his IQ because it must be insanely high for him to figure out where a trained sniper would be after just 2 bullets.  Nagant also says that Deku’s the first one to deflect 2 of her bullets, so yeah, goddamn Deku!

Now we’re finally getting a look at Overhaul (I’m cool with calling him by his villain name instead of his real name for now btw).  Dude’s broken.  Just completely mentally broken.  I don’t think he even notices Deku.  All he can think about is how he wants to go back to his adoptive father, Eri’s grandfather, the man Overhaul put in a coma.  I thought that Overhaul would be confronting Deku himself, but it looks like he can’t.  Maybe him not being able to get his father out of his coma traumatized him real bad with a lot of guilt.  He probably wants to go back to try to heal his dad.  If he can do that, again, I wonder how now that his Quirk probably functions somewhere else besides his hands.

Anyway, Lady Nagant is kind of protecting Overhaul for now.  She most likely has a plan for him later since she mentions helping Overhaul as soon as she’s done with Deku.  Overhaul would be a useful ally since his Quirk can literally destroy and restore matter both living and non-living.  There’s also that glowing effect on her arm again.  If it’s not a taser like I thought before, then maybe it’s some kind of strength enhancer her Quirk gives her.  That arm gun has to be heavy.  IDK it’s not really explained.  

Flashing back to the Tartarus Prision Break, AFO and his ugly mug are talking to Nagant, calling her the “Traitor Hero” and how it’s an honor to meet her.  Again, Lady Nagant’s skills must be incredibly high enough to be recognize by AFO.  Also, her turning her back on Hero Society must’ve been a big story at the time.

AFO tells Lady Nagant of his plan to capture Deku as he predicted this earlier.  So, either AFO is stupidly good at predicting things or he has a future-sight Quirk like Nighteye had.  I want to say it’s the latter since AFO probably did pick up a Quirk like that sometime in the past.

Lady Nagant originally refused to listen to AFO in a very sassy way LOL!  But, AFO seems to have made a deal with her.  He even mentions that Nagant killed many of her fellow heroes to cause the fall of Pro-Hero Society.  Yeah, killing your fellow colleagues will definitely get you sent straight to Tartarus…  I REALLY need to know what made her turn to the Dark Side Anakin Skywalker style.

Also, personal theory that I highly doubt is true, but I wonder if Lady Nagant is the real “UA Traitor” not any of the students.  If she can make bullets that she can remotely talk through, then she could probably make bullets that can eavesdrop on people.  Maybe she listened in on UA and told the LoV about the training camp.  Or she was locked in Tartarus before then and I’m just projecting my hopes/fears onto her.  That could be it too.

Actually, I just realized that she could probably wrap objects around her bullets and fire them.  So, she probably wrapped a speaker around her hair and that’s how she remotely spoke to Deku.  Eh, she could still wrap some listening device around her hair and eavesdrop that way.  I’m just Pepe Silvia’ing the possibilities of Rifle at this point.

AFO uses Overhaul as an example of someone who became a victim of Pro-Heroes.  This give him enough leverage to make a deal with Lady Nagant.  So, as part of the contract, AFO granted her his Air Walk Quirk!  On paper, a passive Quirk like Air Walk doesn’t seem very useful.  But, this series has proved to us time and time again that passive/support Quirks can be just as/if not more amazing than raw-powered Quirks.  So, a Quirk like Air Walk can get Lady Nagant to so many places for her to fire her bullets.  It’s an incredibly useful Quirk for a sniper.  I do wonder what the limits of it are (because all Quirks have some sort of limitation), but I guess we’ll find that out later.  I really do wonder how Deku’s going to handle Lady Nagant and Overhaul though.  That’s going to be interesting.

Oh boy, that the chapter!  Solid chapter per usual.  Gah, my fingers hurt after typing so much.  I’m glad we got to know more about Lady Nagant!  She was a mystery for weeks, but we finally got some backstory on her.  So, some answers, but a lot of questions are left behind.  I’m actually glad we’re still sticking with Deku so far.  I still want to see Bakugo and Shoto, but we also haven’t gotten a purely Deku-centric arc for a while, so this is good.  Horikoshi truly doesn’t miss!  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be screaming about the next anime episode and Shoto Todoroki sakuga for the next week I will not apologize.         

Me @ Horikoshi every chapter:

Also, this is the Wanted scene I was talking about before:

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Repeat After Me Part 2

Part 1 

You guys have no idea how much it meant to me that part 1 was so well received. Thank you from the bottom of my little starker heart! 

Tags: nff, age difference, former teacher/student, mention of daddy kink, mention of choking

Word count: 3.1k

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Peter wakes up five minutes before his alarm, like he always does.  He absolutely hates the shrill screech of it.  His bed creaks and groans as he sits up and swings his legs over the side.  Suddenly, the springs that had previously been holding him up collapse under him, making him yelp in surprise.  Peter made a mental note that maybe it was time for a new bed, he’d been holding on to the rickety twin mattress he had all his childhood since it was the only thing he had left from May’s.

He usually went into the lab on Saturdays, even though he was supposed to be off during the weekend.  It’s not like he has plans or anything, but he guesses he could shift his schedule around a little to go mattress shopping.

His arm darts out like clockwork and taps his screen to turn the alarm off before his phone could utter the first mind melting ring. Peter runs a hand through his hair to brush some stray curls out of his face and stretches before getting out of bed to do his morning routine.

It’s not until Peter sits down at his two-seater dining table with a bowl of captain crunch berries, two pieces of toast, and a cup of earl gray tea, does he finally check his phone.  

The spoon is barely out of his mouth when he sees the notifications.  Eyes wide, he chokes on the cereal trying to force its half chewed self down his throat.  He can taste the oat milk is his nose and it is not good. 

Mr. Stark accepted his friend request and messaged him?  Peter looked around his apartment, skeptical.  Was he dreaming? Was this one of those life-like dreams where he gets ready for the day then wakes up and has to do it all over again?  He looked down at his arm, should he pinch himself? No, Peter, that’s stupid.

He shook his head and looked at his phone again, opening the Messenger app.

Hey, Kid.

Shit, he was toast.  Collecting himself, Peter took a deep breath to prepare himself for a conversation with his former high school teacher (that he may or may not want to fuck him senseless and cuddle afterward). He racked his brain thinking about how to approach this.  Should he be bold? 

Hi, Daddy. Please cum down my throat? Yeah...that might be too bold.

Hello, Mr. Stark.  I humbly thank you for accepting my friend request.  Ugh, too weird.

He’s overthinking it, he knows. Peter types out and deletes maybe five more messages before he finally settles on:

09:10 am 

Hi, Mr. Stark.  It’s Peter.

09:11 am

Parker.

Peter threw his phone down on the table and put his head in his hands, bowl of cereal soggy and forgotten. He made a face at it and pushed the bowl away, pulling his toast closer.  He took bites of a slice distractedly and washed it down with some tea.  He’d regret not eating a proper breakfast later, but right now his appetite was replaced with a turning feeling that he couldn’t quite place.  His phone vibrates on the table, startling him from his thoughts.

From Tony Stark 09:22 am

Yeah, Peter.  I did read your name on your profile.

09:23 am

Right. Sorry.

From Tony Stark 09:23 am

Don’t worry about it, Kid. Just pokin’ fun.

09:24 am

(sweating emoji)

Thanks for accepting my friend request btw, Mr. Stark.

From Tony Stark 09:26 am

No big deal, thanks for the request, it’s been a while.

And Tony is fine, you’re not my student anymore, Pete.

09:26 am

Yeah, okay. Tony. I can do that

So you remember me?

From Tony Stark 09:27 am

I remember all my students

09:27 am

Really???

From Tony Stark 09:28 am

No, not really lol

But I do remember you, you were a lot skinnier back then.

09:30 am

(eye roll emoji) And you were a lot younger 

From Tony Stark 09:31 am

Ouch, that was uncalled for

09:32 am

You asked for it

So what have you been up to?

From Tony Stark 09:34 am

I’m a mechanical engineer now, quit teaching a few years ago. What about you?

09:35 am

That’s awesome! You were way too smart to be a teacher.

I’m a research chemist

From Tony Stark 09:38 am

Thanks, kid.

That’s about where I’d thought you’d end up, as smart as you are.

09:40 am

Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Stark

Tony*

Sorry.

From Tony Stark 09:40 am

Everywhere?

09:41 am

Everywhere.

From Tony Stark 09:50 am

Say, Pete. I don’t actually have a habit of checking this app and I’m about to head out of the house for the day.  I’d like to continue this conversation, so here’s my number if you wanna text me [hidden contact information].

No pressure of course.

From Tony Stark 09:53 am

Peter?

New Message

To: Tony

You know who I am.

From: Tony

Had me there for a second kid. 

I’m about to drive, I’ll text you in a bit.

Peter put his phone down for the first time in almost an hour, eyes straining to refocus after staring at his screen intensely for so long.  His heart was pounding in his chest and his cheeks were starting to ache from smiling.  Had that really happened? Peter brought a hand up to rub at his jaw, still in a daze.  He was finding it very hard to believe that this wasn’t some elaborate dream because there is absolutely no way that this could’ve happened in real life.  Talk about a glitch in the simulation.

He really got Tony Stark’s phone number, and he didn’t even have to ask for it!

Peter scoffed in disbelief, no fucking way! He opened the Facebook app again and went to Tony’s profile.  Turns out there wasn’t much else on it, he had a total of 3 profile pictures and less than 100 friends, none of which were other students and only a few midtown teachers.  So, he either was a very private person or he didn’t use Facebook at all.  And if it was the latter (or both for that matter), why did he accept Peter’s friend request in the first place?

Peter decided not to think about it right now.

He went to his profile pictures and glanced at the current one he already studied last night.  The previous one was just the Guns N’ Roses album cover for Appetite for Destruction.  Classic Rock fan, noted.  His first profile picture, though, was an absolute masterpiece.  Tony looked to be on a beach somewhere, his hair was wet and messy from the clear blue salt water.  Peter wanted to run his tongue over every inch of the olive toned skin exposed to the sun.  His smile was radiant, framed by neatly trimmed facial hair, with thick, dark eyebrows peeking over his sunglasses.  Swung low on his hips right below a toned stomach were hot rod red swim shorts that stopped in the middle of his thigh, showing off his tan legs dusted with dark hair.

Peter tried not to look, he really did, but he could not stop his eyes from landing on the older man’s crotch.  And he was not disappointed.  There, curving onto his thigh, was a long, thick unmistakable dick print.  Peter’s mouth watered at the sight as his own cock stirred with interest.

Fuck. He wondered how big he really was in person.  How far he could take it down his throat.  He wanted to know how it would feel to be stretched and filled by Tony’s cock.

Scooting his chair back abruptly, Peter shot up off of it.  His hard-on tenting almost painfully in his pajama pants and it was starting to create a wet spot.  Mattress shopping can wait, Peter needed to cum, like, yesterday.

He rushes to his room and yanks the drawer of his night stand open, revealing a wooden box.  Peter unlatches the box and grabs a bottle of lube and his veiny lifelike vibrating dildo with a suction cup right behind the silicone balls from his small collection.  This one was by far his favorite, it’s eight inches long and he loved feeling the veins and the girth of it filling him up. 

Peter lays a towel down on his bed and climbs to the middle, carefully avoiding the new dent in the mattress. He bunches up the pillows behind his back so he’s laying at an incline, then starts rubbing himself over his pajama pants while he uncaps the lube and squeezes some onto his fingertips. Clumsily, he pulls and shimmies his pants down his hips with his left hand, breath hitching when his heated erection makes contact with the cool air in his apartment.  It lands with a light smack against his abs and Peter tugs his shirt up and under his chin.  Kicking his pants off his bed, Peter spreads his legs.  He can feel his hole puckering in anticipation of being used.

His left hand begins lightly skimming his torso, feeling his abs contract under his finger tips.  Bringing them higher, he rubs across his chest, pinching his nipples softly.  Peter rubs the lube between his thumb and forefinger to warm it up, then starts rubbing the tight ring of muscle in circles, making his cock jump.

Once he’s coated, he sinks a finger in slowly to coax himself open.  His left hand continues caressing his body, skirting across the area right above his cock.  Peter lets out a plethora of whines and pants, eyes screwed shut at the feeling.  The image of Tony’s face urging him to take another finger.

He knows Tony’s fingers would be thicker, stretching him wider than Peter ever could with his own.  The younger man hoped his former teacher would be able to handle him the way he wanted.  Peter imagined large, strong hands encircling his throat while the other gripped hard on his hips while he took him.

Three of his fingers are buried deep in himself before he even touches his neglected, leaking cock.  His left hand comes to collect the precum pooling at the head and dribbling down his shaft, allowing his hand to glide along his hot skin. He strokes himself lazily as he pulls his fingers out and reaches for the dildo.  Uncapping the lube again he slicks up the silicone and brings it to his open, waiting hole. 

Pulling his left hand off of his cock, Peter grabs one of the pillows and stuffs it under the small of his back.

He imagines Tony looking down at him with dark, analytical eyes, watching Peters every movement.  The rise and fall of his chest, his heaving breaths.  The way Peter keens when he’s stretched like he longs for the sting of it.  Would he fuck into him slowly or would he seath himself in one smooth, quick stroke?

Peter chooses the latter.

He cries out as he pushes the dildo balls deep into his ass without pause.  The pain from the stretch mixes deliciously with pleasure.  Sweat beading on his forehead has Peter’s curls sticking wetly to his skin.  His entire body is covered in a thin sheen of it.

The young man turns onto his left side, dildo still deep inside him.  Peter reaches around his back with his right hand and grips the bottom of the suction cup.  He sighs, easing the dildo out slowly before pressing the button at the base of the shaft to turn on the vibration and ramming it into himself once more.

Tony would be taking him from behind, a long arm encircling Peter’s body, hand coming to grip him at the base of his neck, right above his collarbone so that he could pull the younger man down and onto his thick cock while he fucks up into him.  

Peter continued to fuck himself roughly with the dildo while he thought of Tony’s hard body doing it to him instead.  He’d whisper dirty things in Peter’s ear while he fucked him.  Tell him that he’s such a good little slut for his teacher.  Peter whined at the thought, he’d love it if Tony let him call him Mr. Stark in bed.

He starts stroking his cock faster, feeling his orgasm build in the pit of his stomach.  His right arm is starting to get tired from fucking the dildo into his ass for so long, he’s gotta cum soon.

Peter’s eyes fly open when he hears his phone vibrate through the thrumming in his ears.  It’s a text from Tony.

How’s my favorite student? Miss me?

That does it.  Peter’s entire body jolts as he cums all over his hand and the towel he laid on the bed, a high whine caught in his throat. 

He’s still trying to catch his breath a few minutes later, after he eases the dildo out and places it on the towel.  He wipes his hand off on it as well before he grabs his phone.  He definitely needs a shower now. Then he’ll go to the mall.

To: Tony

Don’t flatter yourself

To: Tony

Maybe a little

-

Tony can’t help but smile at his phone, he might have been a little too eager with the message, typing it up as soon as he put his car in park.  The easy banter going on between him and Peter was refreshing.  Tony couldn’t remember the last time he felt genuinely excited to talk to someone, let alone text.

As the conversation kept flowing while Tony picked up his dry cleaning, he could only deduce that it was because they were nearly equal on an intellectual level.  It may have helped that Peter was easy on the eyes as well.

They talked about their projects at work and the research behind it, what it was like at Columbia for Peter, and how MIT had been to Tony.  The older man made a mental note to ask where Peter worked at a later date, maybe he could recruit him.  He learned that Peter’s favorite colors were blue and red.  That he hated horror movies but watched them anyway just to spite himself.  He loved rom-coms and (surprise, surprise) sci-fi movies.  He couldn’t cook to save his life, Tony assured him he could give him lessons if he wanted, he could make a mean Chicken Piccata.

Tony couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty about it at all.  The conversation was innocent and Tony was a flirt by nature, Pepper never had a problem with it.  If anything, this thing with Peter was just a budding friendship.  The universe knows Tony needed someone to talk to.

Around noon, Tony’s stomach started to grumble, not surprising considering the hearty breakfast of black coffee he had this morning.  Peter mentioned earlier that he’d been craving Gyros, and that didn’t sound half bad right about now.  He was a few blocks away from the mall anyway.

From: Peter

Here’s a contact picture, in case you needed one...

[see attachment]

The picture Peter sent was absolutely adorable.  His bangs fell over his forehead, slightly parted to the side so it wasn’t completely covered.  Tony felt utterly entranced by the younger man’s smile and the way his left eyebrow looked like he’d slept with his face buried in a pillow.  He was wearing a T-Shirt with a science pun on it, as if the kid couldn’t be any dorkier.  Tony loved it.

To: Peter

Is that a sly way of getting me to send you a selfie back?

Cute shirt by the way, where ya headed?

From: Peter

Maybe...did it work?

I’m going shopping for a new mattress, old one crapped out on me.

To: Peter

Here, since you asked so nicely

[see attachment]

From: Peter

Oof, you can just delete mine.  You just made me go from a solid 6 to like a 2

To: Peter

Hey, give yourself some credit, you’re definitely at least a 5

KIDDING, I’d rate you a solid 9, kid. Just because there’s always room for improvement

From Peter:

I would just like to know who gave you the right to be so sassy and RUDE

To: Peter

Definitely my narcissistic ego

No, but seriously Pete, you’re stunning.  Don’t listen to the old guy

From: Peter

Pls you’re not that old, Tony.

To: Peter

A man after my own heart.  Thanks, kid.

From: Peter

Anytime :-)

You’re more like my friend’s hot dad if anything

To: Peter

Little shit.

From Peter:

;-)

Tony shook his head fondly and stuffed his phone in his pocket as he entered the mall, looking around for something indicating what direction the food court was in.  He hadn’t been to this mall in a while, he admits since he’s been making more money it’s kept him from coming and eating the fast food they had here.  So he followed the signs until he got to the food court, and noticed there were still quite a few tables open for him to sit and eat at.  He made a point to stay as far away from the family with three screaming children as possible.

He scanned the choices until he found somewhere that had gyros and went to go stand in line.  The menu wasn’t too extensive, he could either get a gyro platter or a falafel platter, and he already knew what he was here for.  His eyes fell from the menu to the person in front of him.  Not to be a creep, he’s only human, but he had a fantastic ass.  A perfect little bubble butt.

The man was a little shorter than him, he had a trim waist that opened up to broad shoulders not bigger than Tony’s.  Incredible figure.  He’s probably a dancer or a marathon runner.  He also noticed this man had brown curls.  That made him snort softly to himself, he either had a type or Peter just invaded his mind in a short amount of time.  It could be either, honestly.

His eyes dropped to the phrase printed on the back of his shirt.

Never trust an atom, they make up everything

Ha.  Peter would love that shirt.

Wait.

Peter has that shirt.  It’s the one he was wearing in his selfie.

“Peter?”

The man in front of him whirled around to look at him with a puzzled expression.  Tony suddenly found himself unable to move or say another word.  He was instantly captivated by doe eyes and one of the prettiest faces he’d seen in a long time.

He watched his confusion turn into realization and then disbelief and dare he say: panic.

“Tony?”

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Howabout a hero saves the day imagine where the guys need to save their love from the clutches of a daemon or a bad guy! Who doesn't love a dashing hero to save their day! Please? Love your blog btw!

Hi! Hi! I’m gonna combine these two together! And also make it a sequel to Be My Guest! 

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Noctis

How many years, how many years has it been? You groaned glancing around the once beautiful throne room of the Lucian family line, your eyes looked to the bodies unable to get a proper resting place, served as decorations and puppets for this madman.

You had at first hate Ardyn, for years you were his prisoner locked away, taken so cruelly from the man you loved. Forced into this world of darkness, and when he told that Noctis was within the crystal, the crystal that was both in your grasp yet at the same holds the man you loved making him further away from you. Yet as the ten years moved through, both slowly and in the blink of an eye, you could not long hold that anger and rage to the red-headed man.

Instead, now it was a pity, you were trapped within a place that was once your home, with only him for company. You could almost understand the pain he went through, at night if you paid very close attention you would hear it, the elderly man speaking into the endless night sometimes in anger, sometimes pleading.

“Princess, there you are.”

You turned, seeing the man move towards you, a term he had called you from day one. You stood tall, no longer afraid to cower at this man, you were his prisoner just as he wanted, why cower now? “What is it, Ardyn?”

“So rude,” He chuckled, “And after I had come to give you good news.”

You crossed your arms, the elaborate black and white ballroom dress, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was a wedding dress, shifting as you turned to the man, “And what good news could you provide me?”

“Quite possibly a way for the both of us to get what we want.”

You scoffed, “The one person who could grant you, your freedom you’ve killed them. Or had you not notice the corpse of the Oracle that you had strung up as some party favor!”

The redhead man chuckling was the only warning you received before you felt something on your feet. Glancing down to see that bile that would leak from him when he began to surrender control to those creatures within him. It soon brought you down, for you felt the sensation of being pulled and then nothing.

*

“Off my King Jester, the King sits there.”

That voice, it was aged but you knew it! You could never forget it! It was a constant in your dreams. Your eyes opened as you glanced to the man before you, he was old, he looked so much like Regis. Still, the King standing before you, living before you! Was your Noctis! You felt tears appear within your eyes as you went to move forward, letting out a call of his name.

Only to be muffled, you were stuck to a smaller throne aside the King’s. Yourself bound and gagged as you were forced to watch Noctis fight for his life, and the sunrise. You watched as both sides mercilessly went after one another! When it happened, the final strike, Noctis had done it! He killed Ardyn, but there was no sunrise, no joy within the room. You attempted to move from your twist throne to run into your King’s arms, as he ascended the throne, only to find your throne held you firm.

You figured with Ardyn gone, that this magic would be gone too. You panicked as you recalled a book you had found in the library that foretold your love’s prophecy. Noctis would have to sacrifice himself! Your struggle continued, he was unable to see you through Ardyn’s magic, you cried as you attempted to break away, only to watch as he finally took his seat as the rightful King to the throne.

“Come to me!”

As that call echoed around the throne room, your chains broke as you rushed to his throne. You watched as horrified blue eyes notice you for the first time, followed by an acceptance, at what had come to be. Maybe he thought you to be the one to take him to the other side…

As the three soldiers moved into the throne room, ready to place this tale to rest. Two were greeted to the sight of the lovers embraced upon the throne, long gone from this world, yet a smile on both of their lips.

~~~~~

Prompto

It was unnerving, Gods! That didn’t even start to describe what Prompto was feeling as he walked through this madhouse, this laboratory, this Hell,

His birthplace.

His every nerve was on fire, telling him to use every bit of training he had at his disposal. The man, the creature, his father? His creator? was gone, along with any questions he may have had left for the man. Still…why was he here?

“You’re getting very close.”

He didn’t so much as jump, as he did brace himself at the annoying voice that had tormented him so much. Even with Aranea for back up, Ardyn was a horrid creature that he didn’t know if he had he the patience or time to deal with, he needed to get back to his friends.

Still, he wanted to know what this secret project, this specimen that was mentioned to him was. If anything he wanted to destroy it, prior to it becoming something that could be used against Noctis.

“You take that room, I’ll take this one Shortcake.”

As much as he hated for the two of them to split up Prompto nodded as he entered into what appeared to be a clone room holding tank. Most pods were empty, a few had grown soldiers, some missing parts. Possibly one that were still salvageable from the battlefield.

As he moved down the rows upon rows of his “brothers”, he noticed that the fluids had changed, the others were green or blue. While this one was red, and held what look to be an embryo. All the others were stated as MT unit, followed by a serial number and their “issue”. This one did not but gave the extra info of:

                                                 “Donor: F

                                                 Batch 22A

                                                 Serial: N/A”

He blinked, only to turn raising his gun as he heard the sound of cloth moving. His guard up, as he followed the tubes. Only to come to the end of the row of tubs and gasp. There was no way!

“Y/N.”

Floating before him, concealed within this goo, could it be?! It could only be you! Prompto moved forward attempting to open the capsule you were trapped in, only to find it sealed shut. Finding the emergency cut off, he pulled the switch, watching as the goo begun to drain, even as he heard the door clink. He pulled it open, catching your body as it fell, only now noticing that you had nothing on. Pulling a sheet from a chamber, he toweled the goo off best he could, the entire time attempting to wake you up.

Your eyes cracked open as you turned to him, “Prompto?”

“Hey, sweetie.”

You smiled, as your eyes slipped back close. You were still breathing so he knew that you were only sleeping. More than likely drained for your experiences here, who knows what either one of those monsters did to you.

“Shortcake?”

“Over here!” Prompto called back to Aranea, as he dried off your arms, only to notice the black bar code now on your wrist.

“What did you find? Isn’t that your little girlfriend?” The woman as kneeling beside you, providing a potion just to be on the safe side.

“Think you can find something for her to wear?” Prompto asked as the silver-haired woman left. He stared in shock, you were labeled like him, he could not, DID NOT wish this faith on anyone else, let alone you!

Aranea found a pair of oversized pants, shirt, boots and jacket for you. The two of them bundling you up as they started their trek into leaving this Hell. Prompto stopped as he noticed a large central computer, removing an arm from holding you, he shot. Listening to all of the pods shutting down.

The sound was a choir of Angels in this Hell.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, and he needed to get back to the others, still, something was telling him to make this detour. Having just received “training?” “a blessing?” “a beating” from the SwordMaster, Gilgamesh, he felt that his role of protecting Noctis was in much better standing.

“You sure about this?” Cor inquired.

“Yeah, in and out,” Gladiolus stated, he needed to check his strength, test his resolve. Prove to himself that he did not leave his brothers to chance without him for no reason. He knew how big of a hole was missing without himself there, or you. You had been taken by Ardyn despite the fight you had put up.

Taking a deep breath Gladiolus turned to Cor, with the Immortal on his side, this should be easy. A ‘hidden’ camp of for MT units, that just so happened to be in the way he would need to go to reunite with the others. He could go around, but no one would say that Gladiolus preferred the easy way.

The men struck hard and fast, taking out quite a bit of the enemy before they could call into the camp and request back up.

“Should take down all communication as well,” Cor called, as they pushed back the third wave.  “If it is alerted that we’re here, we’ll be dealing with something much bigger.”

Gladiolus nodded following the more experienced man through the keep. Taking down any and all that thought to get in their way with brute force, he was like Prompto or Ignis, he wanted them to know he was there!

The two men stopped as they saw red lights start to flash followed by an announcement over the P.A system: “Prisoner has escaped! The prisoner has escaped! Extreme Caution!”

“Damn M.Ts!”

Both he and Cor turned to one another, only to see the body of one MT shoot pass them, slamming into a wall before crumbling into a heap. Weapons drawn the two men moved slowly around the corner, only for Gladiolus to nearly get punched in the face, only for the punch to stop.

“Babe?” “Baby?”

The two of you stared in confusion before a huge smile broke out over the both of your faces. Only for you both to exclaim at the same time, “How’d you get here? Nevermind me! Are you okay? Of course, I’m okay.”

“If you two are quite finished, we may think about leaving,” Cor called, noticing the sirens were starting to be more urgent.

You blinked finally noticing that Cor was standing by your boyfriend, “Oh hello Marshal.” You waved Gladiolus closer, “What’s the Marshal doing here? Did I fuck up that bad?”

Gladiolus chuckled, summon your Axe for you, “Nah, but what do you say about us tearing this place down.”

“If this is your idea of a date night?” You smirked, “If so you could really have a girl fall for you. Most M.Ts win?”

“You’re on.”

Cor could only roll his eyes, to be young and dumb again.

“Oh Gladdy, those new scars, hot, let me cover them in kisses later.”

Cor groaned as you both moved down the hall, maybe he spoke too soon. Still, he gave a slight jog to catch up, hoping to not stumble upon the two of you making out. He hated being a chaperone.

~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis sat at your bedside, out of all those to come to his rescue he had not expected for it to be one Ravus Nox Fleuret. The man had left to his own devices when you both were taken hostage by Ardyn. Still, Ignis had the man to thank, if not for Ravus Ignis’s sight would have been lost for good.

He would never be able to repay the Commander, not for his sight, nor for you.

Ravus was the one that helped Ignis track down Ardyn, stating that the redhead man wouldn’t go far and preferred to watch his mayhem from a distance. The two men found you both rather quickly after securing Noctis’s safety to Gladiolus and Prompto, still within Ardyn’s clutches and uncertain of how long you would last, as the wound to your eye was horrid.

“I should have known.” Ardyn chuckled as he attempted to fend off the two men, who within the short time they had teamed up had created quite the powerful duo, and after quite a bit of back and forth managed to actually take the man down, yet  neither was unable to perform a killing blow, not for lack of trying.

“Ig…Ignis.”

The man turned as he saw the haunted look within your remaining eye, reaching out as he was blessed with your vision of how to defeat Ardyn.

It was over so quickly it was almost bittersweet, he rescued you, he saved Noctis, still as he sat at your bedside he wondered. Could he have done more, sooner to avoid any of this?

The destruction of not only Insomnia, also Altissa, the deaths of so many, King Regis and Lunafreya include.

All of these thoughts went through his head, as he sat patiently at your side, having your eye removed as it there was no saving it. Awaiting for you to wake up.

“My love, I feel so lost.” He muttered weakly.

“Don’t blame yourself, Ignis.” You whispered, your single eye still closed, the other bandaged from Ardyn’s attempt of trying to take away your power. “I could see the future and couldn’t do anything to stop it if there was anyone to blame for this failure it is me.”

Ignis rested a hand on your own, “We will work for a better future.”

You opened your eye to the man, tears streaming, “I can’t see it. I can’t see a future.”

Ignis pulled your hand to his lips, “Than we shall look for it together.”

[clairen45]

Hi, I love your blog. I read John Boyega's interview on Star Wars News Net, he said thinks episode IX, regardless of where the story goes, will be total war. Do you think there will be many deaths? Do you think Rey and Kylo will fight?

Dear Anon, thank you for the kind words, and thanks for the ask! I have been getting a lot of great asks lately, this is awesome. By the way, I got another ask from the wonderful anon who referenced Family Constellations and Coco recently, and yes, I will answer, I haven’t forgotten you (BTW, this is yet another amazing point you are bringing forth!).

Now, to come back to this current ask… I am a bit wary of any official information coming from the actors at this point. This is actually what he said:

Next for me filming wise is Star Wars: Episode IX in July, and they’ve officially given us a note to start training soon. I’m going to take a holiday before that, because I think Episode IX you know, regardless of where the story goes, and I haven’t read it by the way, is going to be all out war so I know that I’m going to have to do all I can and train for that.”

Ok, so this is purely a private assumption, as he clearly states and indicates. He has not read the script. He has no idea. Of course they need to train and there will be fight scenes and battle scenes, this is Star Wars after all, not a Woody Allen movie…. Though, on second thought, it might just be a Woody Allen movie with a big budget and explosions. Take that line, screams Force bonds and Smut Hut to me…

Once they get the script, do not expect any leak or spoiler coming from the actors. They sign non disclosure agreeements and are usually pretty good about that…

Now, to come back to my personal feel about battle scenes. First, I think they were planning to have this round as “the war to end all wars” (for whatever it means, it did not work with WWI as far as I am aware of).

Let us assume that the dying Resistance has been able (through an “unfortunate” time gap between VIII and IX) to replenish their forces and armament… Ok, you will get some battles. Will Rey and Kylo fight? Maybe, but I would not expect a TFA duel 2.0, I think this will not happen after what they have gone through. If they fight on opposite sides, I think they will realize over the course of the battle that the other one is present and try to not harm each other….I would even expect them to protect each other… Like, seriously!

Will there be many deaths? Ummm… Probably not as many as when they blow up entire systems or a Death Star… Of course, it ususally does not matter as much because it does not involve characters we have grown to care about (however tragic that is). There is that particular scene in the Force vision Rey gets on Takodana when she first sees Kylo on a battlefield, with corpses everywhere lying in the mud. People (I am people too) usually like to believe that this is a scene from the future and that we might just get that in episode IX. Or maybe we will get it again in episode IX as yet another flashback, who knows. It would be great if they make something out of it, otherwise, what is the point?

I do not firmly believe in the idea that Kylo will carry on homicidal rampages… It is hard to swallow after the sad puppy look from the end of TLJ. And in the scene, he kills a man to save Rey… So who knows? Yes, there will be some deaths. Will there be main characters’ deaths? Leia is a fair bet, sadly, for the obvious reasons… It might also help with bringing closure to Kylo, depending on how they play it (NO, he DOES  NOT kill his mum, come on). Chewie might outlive them all… Lol… I think Hux is a good goner candidate for the end of the movie (fall to his death, in big Disney fashion?)… Will Phasma, the Kenny of the ST, come back for yet another death? Otherwise, ummm… There is the consistent and very coherent theory that either Rey or Kylo will die in a grand gesture of sacrifice, prompting the survivor to use Force healing and bringing him/her back to life or near death… I might see that happening…

In all fairness, what are the real battles that matter in Star Wars? And yes, that may be a Woody Allen movie after all… Let me be honest, the only battles that matter are the ones that are fought on the level of the individual. They are the battles that one person fights within his/her mind and heart. It was not necessarily obvious in ANH, even though, think of Obi Wan and Vader… Obi-Wan chooses to be defeated. But since ESB (I am somewhat excluding the PT, because, well… I do not want to begin with the PT), you could say that it has been quite the trend. What does matter in ESB: more than shooting guns to rescue Han (which does not work anyway), it is the duel between Vader and Luke; more than the physical duel between Vader and Luke, it is the psychological one that matters; more than the shooting of the second Death Star and the battle of Endor, the conflict within Vader and whether he will choose his son over the Emperor; more than the shooting of Starkiller base, the duel between Rey and Kylo… What about the big showdown on Crait? It turns into the virtual duel between Luke and Kylo. And everytime it is about inner conflict, emotions, the pull between love and hate, family and power etc… So yea, it is total war in terms of emotions. The war that makes or breaks a man/ a woman. And I am sure they will manage to use the metaphorical grandeur of a space battle in the background…

[mellowdave]

Fixs and Things –

Or “The Exciting World of Old Landcruiser Ownership”

So friday as I left for work, I suddenly got every warning light in my truck lit and beeping, telling me “she cant take na more!”. I thought it was just an error from having washed pollen off and heavily spraying the area around the cowl, but pretty quick, almost as fast as I turned onto McNeil the temp gauge went up and it became apparent that something was wrong. Since the temperature was involved, and you cant play with overheating on these vehicles, I pulled over and shut her off. As soon as I stepped out I heard the bubbling and knew it really was hot, not just an erroneous error light, so I popped the hood and one of my two alternator/water pump belts was hanging in pieces, and the other was wrapped around the crank pulley. Since the truck has two, I could have reset the remaining good one and limped along, but I was only a couple of blocks from home so I let her cool and then drove home in two stages and parked her.

that’s not right…

The lights weren’t wrong…

I ordered the belts from Toyota of Cedar Park, and of course they wouldn’t be in til Saturday (life with a 25 year old truck). Saturday we had Jack’s Drill Meet, Hal Aaron, and it ran late, and I didnt get out there to pick them up (they close at 5) but even so, luck had more in store for me, when we came out of the drill meet, all happy and pleased with ourselves, we found the right rear tire completely flat and the Buick sitting hard on the pavement. Upon pulling it off I found two things, one it has a large screw broken off inside it, and two, the inner sidewall is trashed, and the tire isn’t fit for use. Clearly it had been driven on low pressure for a while, heating up the sidewall, and causing it to fail. Meh.

yeah, thats flat…

There’s a big ugly screw in there…

So my truck was down, and now Sam’s too, combine these two and you get a stressful week. I’ve been driving her car pn the donut spare all week waiting on additional Toyota parts, and she’s grumpy about not having wheels, I’m grumpy about not having MY wheels, and all in all it’s upsetting the normal flow around here. Everyone in this family is very resistant to change of any kind, except maybe for Jack, he doesn’t care, blissfully cruising through life.

We finally got out to Toyota of Cedar Park (Great dealership btw) on Monday morning and picked up the belts so that evening we started buttoning things back up.

New parts are so lovely…

Jack and I were making good progress til we test fit the radiator shroud and we very carefully broke the bypass nipple off the radiator. We had to MacGiver a fix since I couldn’t really wait two more weeks for the replacement radiator to arrive, 25 year old Landcruiser parts like that aren’t usually in stock at your local shop…

Nice clean threads

We ended up drilling out the area where the nipple attached, and tapping it for a 1/2 inch NPT fitting with a barb for the hose. There are few smaller options, and I was worried about not having enough material to make suitable threads with a smaller diameter fitting. It was somewhat stressful punching a big hole were only a tiny port was supposed to go, but since the radiator was broken, I couldn’t really make it worse, and we dove right in. We used a heat gun to soften and stress relieve the plastic around the fitting, and very slowly drilled the hole with a step bit to prevent bind cracking.

right before I epoxied it in

That went without a hitch, and we re-warmed the plastic, and slowly turned the fitting in to make threads in the plastic tank. Once it setup I screwed it back out, coated the threads in epoxy and screwed it back in hopefully permanently.

So far so good.

Its been 210 miles now and no leaks, so I think this will get me through a bit til I order the replacement radiator. I would have ordered it straight away but I had the unexpected expense of new tires for the Buick as I said, so wait we will. It has just been a perfect storm of vehicle issues this last week, and the pain is that I knew the belts needed replacing. I put it off last month and just tightened them to reduce noise. We had a lot going on with birthdays and work and inclement weather so I just pushed them a little too far.

This guy…

I would not have completed this work with my mental faculties intact without my Son Jack’s help. The guy is a trooper, and Mr Positivity on projects like this.

J removing the oil filter

He can just get in there and almost immediately see what needs to be done, and a good way to do it. Among other things, when I couldn’t get the stainless elbow for the thermostat to line up with the housing, and sat above watching me struggle with it til he saw what was happening and just reached down and slipped them together. I would have fought it for another hour at least. He says sometimes that he wants to be a mechanic, and I honestly can’t fault him, it’s a solid profession with the right training.

Mama got new shoes…

We put new tires on the Buick yesterday, and despite being about 1500.00 poorer, between the tires and various Toyota parts, my peace of mind is increased immeasurably. Cest ‘La Vie.

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