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pwurrz · 2 years ago

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yeah, miguel is fucked up. he’s hypocritical and rash and obsessive and angry and mean and goes too far and doesn’t know when to stop. he’s not supposed to be a good guy.

his motivations make sense. his intensity and insistence on keeping things canon and not interfering with events that are ‘destined’ to happen makes sense. he knows first hand what will happen if canon events are changed or prevented. he’s a deeply unstable man due to trauma that he inadvertently caused and he’s taking his emotions out on a 15 year old kid, and that makes perfect sense.

he’s the villain. his purpose in the story is to be an antagonist to miles and the other spider people. and he fills that role in the story perfectly. he’s the direct antithesis to miles. he’s convinced himself that the rules need to be followed, no matter what. he believes people have to die. in every universe. that’s just the way things need to be. and he thinks he has a very good reason for thinking and acting this way.

miles, on the other hand, is a firm believer in deciding your own destiny. he doesn’t listen to miguel’s rules because he’s not convinced that bad things need to happen. he’s convinced that he can save everyone, and if it doesn’t seem possible, he’ll find a way to make it possible. he’s not like the other spider people, and he never really has been. he’s his own unique individual, even among the other spider people. doing things his way has always been his style.

they’re polar opposites of each other and it’s great. it’s wonderful storytelling. miguel, a man hardened by witnessing tragedy over and over, helpless to stop it. a man who’s seen enough to know that being spiderman means losing people close to you. he lost his entire family trying desperately to fix a mistake, and caused more damage in the long run, and he’s not going to let anyone else make the same mistakes that he did.

and miles, a boy who ended up as spiderman by complete accident, who firmly believes in making the most of that accident. he’s young, and his heart is big. he’s a true hero who just wants to save everyone. and he has the determination to potentially bend the universe itself to his will just so that no one else has to die.

#this got. way longer than it was supposed to but yknow #i have a lot to say about sexy villains apparently #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miles morales #atsv spoilers

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greenleaf4stuff · 29 days ago

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Of Convenience 5.1

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 5th snippet, part 1.

Elrond arrives in Adar's camp to talk about an alliance between uruk and elves. Things are predictably tense. Celebrimbor tries to convince the herald to cooperate right until Adar tries to press his advantage and shares some knowledge that turns Celebrimbor's world on its head - while makings things a LOT of more complicated for the negotiations.

I actually planned for this scene to be way shorter but it completely ran away from me. (Adar in particular has a habit of doing that, but Brimby is the culprit this time around.) Hence, two parts.

Celebrimbor had expected the peace talks to start out awkwardly, but it was still bizarre to sit in the middle of an uruk war camp amongst two of his friends and someone they both likely still considered their enemy, trying to negotiate a treaty between two wildly different factions.

They were sat around the large table in the middle of the tent; Adar occupied his usual, improvised throne, and managed to look no less regal than any proper elven king while doing so. The smith would have considered the way Adar sat as 'lounging', if it wasn't for the way he had his sword proped against the table so he could grab it at a moment's notice. Or the way his shoulders were visibly tense as Celebrimbor studied him discreetly. The smith himself sat to Adar's right side, where he had an excellent view of the proceedings.

Across from him sat Elrond - the younger elf had looked visibly confused to see Celebrimbor and Galadriel at the frontlines when he and his army had approached the uruk forces, but he'd ridden up to them nontheless, cautiously. When Adar had asked - well, insisted - that Elrond join him and the other two elves for negotiations in his camp, he'd accepted. Even if warily.

Elrond looked as if the weight of the whole of Arda rested upon his back, but he tried valiantly to appear confident and unmoved despite the circumstances he now found himself in. Gil-Galad must have been out of options to send the peredhel (who was in the company of an elf called Vorohil) to attack Adar's uruk legions.

The smith only hoped the responsibility of it all wouldn't crush the herald, whom he still remembered with laugh- instead of worry-lines on his usually kind face.

Then again, they all had seen better days, and Celebrimbor didn't want to consider how he himself might look at this very moment.

Stood next to a tentpole was Galadriel - she had been too tense to sit for long, and had also bristled at the close scrutiny of the dozen or so guards that Adar had taken into the tent with them. Two of which stood directly behind Celebrimbor, for reasons the smith was all too aware of.

He sighed, and eyed the wine pitcher next to his husband's hand. What he wouldn't give to pull Elrond aside for a few minutes, to inquire about his wellbeing and reassure the herald of his own. Judging by the glances Elrond threw Celebrimbor's and Galadriel's way, he was less than certain about the current circumstances.

As it was, the smith had to listen to Elrond and Adar spitting accussations and proposals across the table; despite his initial willingness to agree to talks, Elrond seemed mostly driven by the objective to try and find out if Adar had any underlying intentions, and what those were, while the uruk tried to appeal to Elrond's honor and sense of duty towards Galadriel and Celebrimbor. Though not without a sense of arrogance, as Celebrimbor noted with a groan.

Elrond and Adar both turned their gazes towards him as the smith made the noise. He tried to wave them off, half embarrassed he'd been loud enough to be overheard.

"As I was saying," Adar repeated, but his eyes lingered on Celebrimbor for a moment longer before he turned back to Elrond. "My forces far outweigh yours. I have war machinery. I have two elves in my camp. It would be in your best interest to cooperate with me."

"I will not negotiate any alliance with you as long as you threaten Eregion - or the lives of Galadriel and Celebrimbor," the herald replied, tone icy.

Adar wasn't cowed by that reaction in the least. Or incensed. "You misunderstand, herald Elrond," he explained, slowly. "Celebrimbor has nothing to fear from me - nor has Eregion. And for as long as she behaves, Lady Galadriel will remain unharmed as well."

The half-elf blinked, and threw a shocked glance at Celebrimbor. The smith gave an apologetic smile - he knew what would come next, and hoped it wouldn't rattle his friend too badly.

"Me and the Lord of Eregion have been wed to each other. His city is mine, now - which means I have no reason to attack it." The smith knew that Adar was pressing for the best tactical advantage here, a way to make it clear that he considered this a valid alliance between Eregion and Mordor, but the confrontational way he went about it left something to be desired for sure.

Celebrimbor had offered to take over the negotiations for Adar - precisely for that reason. But the uruk seemed to determined to argue his own case. Perfectly understandable of course, if misguided, the way he went about it.

Elrond, who had so far managed not to show any vulnerability, seemed to completely freeze up on the spot, and lost his words for several moments. He almost reminded Celebrimbor of a fish out of water. By Eru, that was the second one of his elven friends he'd seen completely out of their depths in this camp now.

After a moment, Elrond regained his senses, and was quick to pull his face into an expression of utmost disbelief. "Lies are not a foundation upon which an alliance can be built, Adar," he snapped. Celebrimbor barely had time to silently respect Elrond for using Adar's name instead of insulting him like Galadriel had done at first. "Lord Celebrimbor would never agree to such an arrangement."

Celebrimbor felt utterly sorry for the peredhel when said one threw a glance to the smith, as if asking him to confirm his own words. The elf took a breath, ready to try and be delicate, but Adar was faster than him.

"If you do not believe my words, believe those of your friend," and he jerked his head in Galadriel's direction. "She was the one who wed us, right in this tent."

There was a certain amount of smugness in the uruk's face as he watched Elrond startle, then look over to Galadriel - the look in the peredhel's eyes was accusing. When Galadriel bit her lip and needed a moment to lock eyes with him before nodding, his expression changed into one of dismay.

"He's telling the truth. They are...husbands," Galadriel confirmed, leaving no doubt about the truth of Adar's words. She did still sound reluctant, but Celebrimbor believed this was more for Elrond's sake at this point.

She may not like Adar, or overly trust him, but her temper had cooled ever since the Lord Father of the Uruk had let her walk around unbound while allowing her to spend time with Celebrimbor. And had also harmed neither of them during their stay in the camp.

Celebrimbor himself was still relieved at that show of trust, and had sworn to himself that he would repay it by not betraying the faith Adar put in him.

The herald's head finally turned back to the smith. His face was almost pleading for Celebrimbor to deny Adar's claim, at this point.

"I asked her to do it, Elrond," another deep sigh. That wine chalice was looking ever more tempting. "When I fled Eregion - when I fled him - and found myself in this camp, Adar suggested an alliance, but neither of us had anything to offer so we might each trust the other's intentions. So, he proposed a political marriage. And I accepted."

The herald made to object, but Celebrimbor held his hand up to request Elrond let him finish explaining himself. Adar hadn't yet tried to take over the negotiations again, and Celebrimbor would make most of his chance to speak directly to the herald.

"Elrond, the enemy has returned- 'Halbrand', he is Sauron. I let him into Eregion. And into my head. He disguised himself as an emissary of the Valar, and he manipulated me into trying to make more rings," he could hear the peredhel suck in a breath. Galadriel's stare was intense, for Celebrimbor hadn't yet been able to tell her some of this either. Out of shame.

Adar himself seemed...interested, if utterly still. Celebrimbor pressed on. "He's turned my people against me, and now he is holding them hostage. I only discovered his trickery by accident, and I fear what will happen if he keeps a hold of Ost-In-Edhil, or worse, gets his hands back on me."

"His plans, they could spell doom for all of Middle Earth. I needed to find a way to oppose him. My city is lost, as long as our enemy resides within it."

The herald looked downright disturbed, now, and shot out of his seat to pace the tent, clearly agitated. Celebrimbor couldn't fault him - he himself couldn't let his mind linger on the current state of affairs for too long, or he'd go mad.

Worse, the sheer amount of possibilities that presented themselves to him, the futures that took shape in his thoughts, made things even worse. How Sauron might wish to use these rings, or Eregion, or even Adar's army if he gained control of it.

"Please, my friend - let me bring this to Gil-Galad. If he and Adar join their armies, we can force the city guards to let us in and drive Sauron out. Hopefully, without bloodshed. Adar's claim to the city would give him the right to demand entry, especially if combined with Ereinion's authority. "

"I need to try and safe my subjects, they- they don't deserve to suffer for my failings. Or my hubris." It hurt to admit, still, but speaking it aloud was the first step for the smith to try and right his wrongs.

The peredhel turned back to Celebrimbor. Whether by sheer determination or because of overwhelm, his expression was indecypherable. Instead of Celebrimbor, he addressed Adar. "And what means would you have, Adar, to vanquish Sauron, then? None of us can kill a maiar. We'd run right into his arms - in fact, we'd actually even spare him the effort of finding us himself. That is madness, not an attempt at saving the city."

The smith flinched, if only a little, at Elrond's harsh words. They might have been directed at Adar, but the implication was that Celebrimbor was a madman for believing they could save everyone the terror and death that a battle would bring.

Though, come to think of it - would a battle just between their forces, outside of the city, be that much better?

Before Celebrimbor could try and reason this, however, Adar spoke up. "There is a way. I am in possession of Morgoth's crown-" A hush fell over the room as he spoke the fallen Valar's name "and I used it to kill Sauron, before. It can be done again."

'But that hasn't killed him permanently, has it?' Celebrimbor thought, eyebrows knit in confusion. 'Though, temporarily taking him out might at least give us more time to fight him properly.'

And then, Adar continued, and the smith's world tilted on its axis.

"Also. Galadriel tells me Lord Celebrimbor managed to create three rings of great power - great enough to extend the stay of the elves in Middle Earth. One of which was bestowed upon her, Nenya- she confided in me that she gave it away before attacking my camp. That she'd given it to an elf that would arrive with Lindon's army," the short pause, undoutedbly used for dramatic effect, was defeaning. "I assume this elf to be you, herald Elrond."

"And I also I believe that combining the power of these rings with the crown will allow me to permanently rid us all of Sauron. If you choose to hand them over to me."

#working title for this one: one step forward two steps back #no worries there will be a bit more focus on the two husbands in the next part it's gonna get a bit rough before that (not in a sexy way)#hasn't celebrimbor been through enough? apparently not.#of convenience #adar #adar trop #adar the rings of power #celebrimbor #adar x celebrimbor #silverscars #trop #the rings of power #fanfic #my fanfic #my trop fanfic #mine #marriage of convenience trope #political marriage trope

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