Description: Assassins!AU; Private clients, high-profile targets, big payouts, underground layers - all part of the job when you’re a hitman in Kim Taehyung’s empire.
Genre: Action and smut (18+)
Word Count: 7.5k
Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, no reader insert, violence, character deaths, derogatory language, MAJOR BDSM themes (bloodplay, cumplay, knifeplay, breathplay), mentions of necrophilia.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. I’m not kidding.
A/N: Here it is! Please understand, again, that this is not going to be a lighthearted fic. This will be intense, with dark themes, and will include death. To a large degree. I’ve planned a whole AU around this, so please do not ask me to insert something you want or complain that so-so isn’t how you would do things. I do hope you enjoy it. :) If it’s not your cup of tea, ah well.
Thanks to @ellieljade for inspiration, beta-ing, and making my lovely banner. :)
Because I can, and because Kim Woo Bin’s still my #1 Kaz.
The reason Kaz doesn’t directly go up in the ranks of the Dregs? He doesn’t look like the rest of the recruits. But Kaz uses this to his advantage; he pretends not to understand Kerch for a whole year before Per Haskell and his cronies find out. They’ve been speaking in Kerch so Kaz won’t understand them, but once he starts speaking fluently as any other Ketterdam boy, they feel a jolt of unease at the discovery of how Kaz overheard and understood every one of their conversations.
The first time another boy tells him to go back to Shu Han, Kaz gets his gloves stained with blood for the first time. Since then, no one in the Dregs questions his genealogy.
Word about the Shu Kerch boy with the devil’s blood spreads across Ketterdam. One day, Heleen Van Houden pays a visit to Per Haskell, offering Kaz a position at the Menagerie and promising a much more lavish and comfortable life than the streets, since he has an “exotic factor”. Kaz looks at her coldly, and then says, “I’d rather die on the streets than suffocate in the sheets with everyone pretending not to notice, like your Zemeni girl did the other day.”
This memory pops up in his head when he sees Inej run her thumb over her Menagerie tattoo.
Speaking of Inej, she’s the only one who doesn’t ask about his ambiguous ethnicity, like it isn’t important to her. He respects her greatly for that.
Kaz sticks out as the only biracial gang leader in Ketterdam. Every new gang member wonders about this, but they all keep silent because they value their lives. Unbeknownst to them, Kaz doesn’t even know why he looks so much like the Shu, but he suspects he inherited from his mother, who’s been absent from his life since his birth.
When the gang springs Matthias from Hellgate, Matthias has even more misgivings about Kaz, since he presumes that Kaz plans to give Bo Yul-Bayur back to the Shu. Kaz shuts down these thoughts with a simple brawl that leaves Matthias sprawled out on the floor.
Unlike Inej, Jesper asks about his Shu origins. Before he can stop himself, Kaz answers shortly: “My mother.”
He can’t find himself to lie to Jesper about this, for some reason. But when Kaz sees an understanding gleam in Jesper’s eyes, he’s glad he didn’t lie.
Kaz runs into a Shu servant girl when he attempts to break into a Council member’s house for the first time. She takes one look at him and just glides on by. To Kaz’s surprise, he soon realizes that the Shu servants and help that serve corrupt individuals will willingly pretend he’s not in their masters’/mistresses houses. Some even become his inside spies.
After the chaos of Crooked Kingdom, the Shu in Ketterdam get accused of working with the Shu attackers that flew in and bombed the city in search for Grisha. Kaz steps in and acts as the voice of the Shu Kerch, confirming that none of the Shu knew about the attack and never planned something so drastic.
Whenever the Shu come to Ketterdam for a crucial business venture post CK, Kaz acts as a mediator between the Kerch and Shu delegations. Everything goes four times faster because Kaz is a better businessman than any self-respecting merch on the two delegations.
He doesn’t speak Shu at all. Kuwei tries to get him to speak it once, but fails miserably. Despite this, Kuwei and Kaz get along better than people think. When Kuwei comes back and joins in on a heist, he and Kaz pretend to be lost Shu boys who don’t speak Kerch. It works every time.
Underrated lines/details from Beauty and the Beast 2017 (spoilers obviously)
A few (okay maybe more than a few) moments, lines, and little details I adore and feel deserve more recognition… (I’ve seen the movie three times thus far but it has has been a few days since the last viewing so I apologize if the quotes are not exact)
- Dan Stevens’ mannerisms in the opening dance as he flits from one partner to another looking like a rococo Jareth
- Just how cramped the village feels bringing a visual contrast to Belle’s “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere”
- the fact that the village “library” was in the church
- the way Gaston is able to still appear to be strutting his way into town while on horseback
- LeFou’s “It’s never gonna happen, ladies"
- Maurice "It’s a small village. Small minded…"
- the body language* when Gaston is talking to Belle *how he traipses over her garden(I physically winced every time at the veggies being trampled), how pointedly she locks the gate and he reaches around to unlock it, the little gesture to his hips as he talks about her having children, how he grabs her skirt as she is clearly trying to get away, the way she holds to door closed until she is sure he is gone. All of it!
- the way Belle frustratedly throws the chicken feed on the ground with that "URGH!"
- "Do you know where we are Phillipe? Because I don’t…” seriously Maurice was just wonderful
- how Maurice paused a moment at the castle to look at the helping hand lanterns because those were an homage to Jean Cocteau’s 1946 Beauty and the Beast
- Lumière and Cogsworth “A man of taste!” “He was talking about me!"
- How worried Cogsworth seemed when Belle picked up Lumière and carried him off but couldn’t do anything about it
- "Do you want to be a man or a mantle clock?”
- “Oh master! You’ve returned!” Cogsworth’s panic and Lumiére’s laugh
- Lumière’s movements in general. Especially the way his coat moved.
- Mrs. Potts “you can’t judge a person by who their father is now can you?” and the look Beast/Adam gives her. Really Mrs. P? Not fair.
- his forced cheery “will you join me for dinner?” And his confused look back at everyone to see how he did
- Lumière singing louder as Cogsworth tries to shush him during Be Our Guest
- Cogsworth later belting out “COURSE BY COURSE!” in Be Our Guest. Ian McKellen did not get to sing nearly enough.
- the moment Lumière is dancing in a bit of fabric as he sings “life is so unnerving for a servant who’s not serving” feels like it is meant as an homage to the dance “Lamentation” which is a nice touch
- the fact that they never told Belle that learning to love/earning someone’s love would break the curse so that she didn’t unconsciously develop feelings out of any attempts to free the castle. Her feelings were genuine.
- Belle’s reversible bodice on the blue dress! (All of her costumes really. All of the costumes in this whole movie!)
- Days in the Sun melts my heart. Audra McDonald’s voice gives me chills! She is so wonderful
- “Your village sounds terrible!” And “What do you say we run away?” The look on Beast/Adam’s face is just so hopeful and sweet
- The look on his face when Belle says “let’s go home"
- How LeFou kept paying people to go along with participating during Gaston. He pays the band to play and later it looks like he pays someone to let them dance on the table.
- I know everyone is talking about Evermore but seriously Dan Stevens is amazing. *side note I think I read somewhere that his wife helped him prep for singing Evermore since she herself is a singer and a vocal teacher and if that isn’t just the sweetest thing I don’t know what is*
- Maurice’s little sound effects as he tries to remember how the tree fell as they look for the castle.
- Maurice being an A+ dad and shutting down any notion Gaston had that he would help Gaston marry Belle
- Just how much of a guilt-ridden cinnamon roll LeFou was over leaving Maurice in the woods. "This is a pretty nasty storm. At least we’re not tied to a tree out in the woods…” And the relief in his voice when he sees Maurice in the tavern
- Agathe’s expression as Gaston says “no offense” after completely writing her off as a credible source.
- Père Robert “He needs a hospital not an asylum!"
- Maurice calmly handing the picked lock to Monsieur D'arque as Bell rides off, her ballgown fluttering to the ground so she can more easily ride "She’s always been strong willed. Do you have children?” There goes my daughter riding away half dressed to save her cursed boyfriend. Lol, kids right?
- Cadenza’s little “ouch” when Gaston abandoned LeFou during the battle for the castle
- the fact that the staff still had smudged makeup from the beginning of the movie because they’ve been objects and couldn’t change outfits or wash their faces like Adam could while cursed
- The costumes at the end during the celebration dance! Where can I purchase a knock off of that rose dress because it is so beautiful!
This turned out to be much longer than expected. I probably still left things out. Thanks for baring with me!
Now that 2CT is officially confirmed, there is going to be a huge clash between the two. Our!Ciel took his supposedly dead brother’s identity while real!Ciel came back from the dead and ready to royally screw his brother. As the lies are about to be exposed, there are inevitably going to be people who will go against him. However, since this story is centered around our!Ciel, I’m positive there will be more people on his side, as real!Ciel’s true nature becomes more apparent and many feel indebted to our!Ciel.
For this reason, it seems like this plot twist is meant to bring his allies closer instead of pushing them away like usual, developing our!Ciel’s character. There are clearly many people who care about him, and it’s time for our!Ciel to see their value in his life. It might even be the key to solve this problem, by showing real!Ciel that his younger twin is still Ciel Phantomhive to them.
He is contractually bound to his master, making it impossible to betray him until the contract is fulfilled. He finds our!Ciel too entertaining to leave him (although having another Ciel in his life might be a double pain in the ass xD) and there is also no incentive for him to do so if real!Ciel is a Bizarre Doll. Unless real!Ciel manipulates our!Ciel to make him give up on revenge, Sebastian will stay by our!Ciel’s side.
They were personally recruited by our!Ciel and he freed them from their suffering. They are happy with their current lives and will therefore continue to serve him. Judging from their reactions from the last chapter, they were cautious against real!Ciel and seemed to view him as dangerous.
Unlike the more recent servants, Tanaka has served the Phantomhives for generations and known the young masters since they were born. He may serve either depending on who he thinks is the rightful heir. However, I doubt he’s happy knowing there is going to be a conflict between the twins, so he might serve as a good mediator between the two.
As they are close relatives to the Phantomhives, they won’t be any less shocked about the twin. While I doubt they will be pleased when they find out our!Ciel has been lying to them, especially their young lady whom real!Ciel was originally betrothed to for the past 3-4 years, I’m not sure how quick they will leave his side. Our!Ciel has been proven to be reliable for most part and treat Lizzy well.
On the other hand, real!Ciel might play the victim card to get on their good side and have his fiancee back. Paula’s words also concerned me as it sounded as if this might have actually been the case right before real!Ciel showed up in front of our!Ciel. This would also explain the Midford parents’ absence despite Lizzy’s disappearance. I hope they won’t trust him so easily at any rate.
Soma Asman Kadar
He is the only witness of the attack at the townhouse and he also clearly saw the person who shot him. If real!Ciel wore an eyepatch to mislead him, he might have thought it was our!Ciel in all his shock and grief. However, Soma is very clever and perceptive, so hopefully he will realize that his enemy is in fact our!Ciel’s enemy. I think he will be a valuable ally to our!Ciel since he wants to avenge Agni and promised himself to be his protector.
Her first knowledge of this ruckus came from Soma, so at first she would go along with his words and later investigate it. According to this post, her knowledge of the contract mark will be vital in telling the twins apart. She also trusts our!Ciel, so I’m sure she will be his ally at any rate.
I think she is one of the few people who will oppose our!Ciel. The Queen never trusts her Watchdog much to begin with. According to @midnight-in-town (go check her posts!), she might be behind the Blue Sect to start her own Bizarre Doll experiments and real!Ciel would be the new faithful Watchdog. For this reason, Sieglinde might unfortunately be forced to support her interests despite siding with our!Ciel. I would like to see her outsmart the Queen in that case.
Thesis on Morgoth and Sauron and their roles as Dark Lords (Part 1/4)
For my Tolkien project, I decided I was going to
explore the dynamics of Morgoth and Sauron and see if I could make an estimate as towhether or not one was more effective as dark lord than the other.
I did this in regard as I would not be able to debate whether or not one was
more powerful (seeing as the Valar
are higher beings then the Maiar, and seeing that Melkor was the eldest, he of
course is indisputably stronger than Sauron).
However, just because you’re more powerful doesn’t always
mean you’re more effective. We see this all throughout history in examples
where generals themselves might not be very capable in battle but are able to
gain mastery by being clever strategist. Therefore that inspired me to research
if one could argue whether or not Morgoth or Sauron came closer to accomplishing their goal—dominion over Middle Earth
I did this by looking at a few key characteristics—longevity of rule (but more
importantly, what was achieved), servants
(those who served under them and attributed to their victories), their primary enemies (or the state of
those they fought against), as well as their
defeat (and what caused the finale fall). Then I concluded with their legacy and the impact they have
throughout the legendarium.
I am not at all an expert, just a very passionate individual in Tolkien’s lore. Therefore some of what is stated throughout this essay may be based upon faulted research and weighed heavily by personal interpretation and opinion. So please do keep such in mind. Most of the information here was found within The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Unfinished Tales, as well as Tolkien Gateway and Wikipedia.
Important note to make here. Just because you are in power for a long majority of time doesn’t necessarily mean you used that time wisely. I’m sure most of us are very familiar with procrastination. Therefore I did not look simply at length of ‘reign’, but more so the accomplishments (and losses) experienced throughout the span of their rule.
Approximately 590 years (Years of the Sun)
Melkor is incredibly hard to estimate the exact length of time he was in power. This is because the majority of the Valian Years are left without date. The first primary experience of time is with the Years of the Trees, but even then how time is recorded will be drastically different when the Valar raise the sun and the moon
Therefore it is often argued as to whether or not the First Age is the longest or shortest of ages. If you try to make an assumption over the span of the Valian Years and couple it with the First Age, you are left with it being nearly 50,000 years in length. However, if you are to attribute the First Age with the rising of the sun to the defeat of Morgoth, it is around 590 years.
I took liberties here and for the sake of sanity, decided to account the beginning of Morgoth’s dominion in Beleriand being with the awakening of man and therefore the rising of the sun, equaling more so to the 590 years it would take until he is defeated. However, anyone can argue that his reign could be anywhere between 50,000 to 590 years, give or take a few.
Approximately 6,462 years (Second to Third Age)
Sauron is easier to calculate in terms of authority than Melkor, seeing as recorded dates were more of a thing when he was around. However, it is still slightly difficult, as Sauron’s reign tended to act like that of a heartbeat; having its occasional rises and falls. Therefore to give one total of years in power is a little vaguer, seeing as he came and went throughout the second and third ages.
However, he was still present in Middle Earth for around 6,462 years (from the start of the second age to his eventual fall in the third age). Therefore that is the timeline I am going to associate with his rule. You could deduct 500 years, seeing as it wasn’t until S.A. 500 he began to rise in might in Middle Earth following the end of the First Age. You could also deduct years from the duration of his defeat in the Battle of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men as well as the time spent as being the Necromancer in The Hobbit.
But as I did so with Morgoth, I decided to take some liberties and simply to go with the start of the Second Age to his fall in the Third, seeing as he was still a threat for 6,462 years. However, this to can be reasonably debated and argued.
Like stated, longevity doesn’t accredit to a successful reign. Therefore it is important to understand what each individual did in the time that they were given. However, it is also important to note: Just because you accomplished a lot, didn’t mean these accomplishments had long lasting effects or were of any significance in the long run. Losses themselves may even outweigh what was accomplished in terms of being effective or attributing to the finale victory.
Destruction of Arda (V.Y. Unknown): Known also as the First War. Melkor assaults his brethren and disrupts the ordered symmetry they seek to build within Arda, causing cataclysmic events and shaping much of the geography
Destruction of the Two Lamps (Y.L. 3450): Melkor destroys the two lamps, ending the Spring of Arda
Destruction of the Two Trees (Y.T. 4995): Known also as the ‘Darkening of Valinor’ Manwe hosts a festival in Valimar to heal the feud of the Noldor. Melkor and Ungoliant destroy the Two Trees.
Capturing of the Silmarils (Y.T. 4995): Morgoth assaults and kills High King Finwe and steals the Silmarils. Feanor becomes High King and his sons swear an oath against Melkor and he is renamed Morgoth. The Noldor depart from Valinor, and the First Kinslaying occurs with the slaughtering of the Teleri and the sieging of their ships
Doom of Mandos (Y.T. 4996): Noldor are banished from Valinor and face great doom
Fall of Man (F.A. 60-c. 200): Morgoth is absent from Angband, after discovering Men. Persuaded by Melkor, Men stop worshiping Eru and turn to evil but some revolt. According to legend, Men now lose the gift to die at will as the result of divine punishment, and are doomed to lead short-life spans at the end of which death takes them by force.
Curse of the House of Hador (F.A. 472-500): Morgoth chained Húrin to a chair on the slopes of Thangorodrim for not revealing the location of Gondolin, and from there– through Morgoth’s sorcery– he could watch the tragedies that would befall his family and the curse destroy his children, Nienor and Túrin.
Fall of Gondolin (F.A. 510): Gondolin, the Great Hidden City of Turgon and the Noldor, was betrayed by Maeglin and sacked by Morgoth’s forces. Resulted in the deaths of Turgon and the Lords Glorfindel and Echelion, but the defeat of Gothmog as well. Tuor and Idril escape.
Many of Morgoth’s accomplishments were ineffective in the longevity of Middle Earth. While Morgoth became close to victory after the Fall of Gondolin, much of what he achieved was often worked around.
When Melkor raised Arda, the Valar rebuilt it, when the lamps were destroyed, the Valar built the Trees, when the trees were destroyed, the Valar raised the sun and the moon. When the silmarils were stolen, only Feanor and his sons rallied an oath against him and such resulted in their own doom.
Morgoth’s curse and the fall of Hador had little impact in Morgoth’s overall goal of conquest. It was very much an issue of personal spite and achieved only the demise of one household.
However, the Fall of Man and Gondolin could very well be considered long lasting achievements. Men wouldn’t be restored until Numenor, and even then only a selected were given the longevity of lives. Gondolin allowed for Morgoth to draw close to a finale victory and was, in all terms; a success.
Therefore, only two of his eight achievements supported his overall goal.
Intimidation of Tulkas (Y.L. 1500): Tulkas arrives, the last of the Valar to descend into Arda. Melkor flees from him and hides in the halls of Ea
Siege of Utumno (Y.T. 4590): The Valar march to war against Melkor on behalf of the Elves and lay siege to Utumno in 4592. Known as the War of the Powers
Chaining of Angainor (Y.T. 4599-900): Melkor is captured, and bound in the great chain Angainor, Utumno is destroyed. Melkor is taken to Valinor in chains and sentenced to serve a term in the Halls of Mandos for three ages and then later freed from his sentence by Manwe.
Betrayal of Ungoliant (Y.T. 4995?): Melkor withheld the Silmarils in his right hand, having desired them too greatly to allow the Great Spider to devour them. In response, an enraged Ungoliant wrapped Melkor in her webs, and poised to devour him as punishment for his perceived betrayal. Having grown far larger and stronger than before by absorbing the light of the Two Trees, the Gloomweaver would have killed Melkor had not his cry of desperation been heard by his Balrogs, who took flight and saved their master
Siege of Angband (F.A. 60-455): Battle of Dagor Aglareb, the Noldor defeat Morgoth’s forces and start the Siege of Angband. Known also as the “Long Peace” it lasted hundreds of years in the early expanse of the First Age when the Noldor sieged the fortress of Morgoth. It was a time of plentitude, peace and happiness for Elves and Men and was when the Noldor reached the peak of their power. However the siege was not complete and Morgoth was able to send out forces through secret passages from the towers of Thangorodrim.
Battle of Fingolfin (F.A. 456): Fingolfin challenges Morgoth to single combat and is slain but cripples Morgoth in response for the remainder of the First Age.
Quest of the Silmarils (F.A. 466): Beren and Luthien come to Angband and achieve the Quest of the Silmaril by gaining a silmaril from Morgoth’s iron crown. They return to Doriath but Carcharoth ravages the land.
Slaying of Glaurung (F.A. 499): The first worm of Morgoth is slain by Túrin though later results in the death of he and his sister Nienor.
War of Wrath (545-587): will be discussed in The Finale Defeat (stay tuned for section 4)
Lieutenant of Angband (Y.T. 4599): Destruction of Utumno. Sauron escapes capture and remains in Angband, breeding orcs and trolls for Melkor
Corruption of Tol-in-Gaurhoth (F.A. 455-465): Finrod’s fortress of Minas Tirith is taken by the forces of Sauron; Tol Sirion is renamed Tol-in-Gaurhoth, “Isle of Werewolves”. Beren sets out for the Quest of the Silmaril. Receives the aid of Finrod Felagund. Here they are imprisoned in Tol-In-Gaurhoth following the duel or duelet of Finrod and Sauron. Finrod is slain by a werewolf but Beren is rescued by Luthien.
Creating the Rings of Power (S.A. 1200-1600): Sauron seduces and deceives the Noldor in Eregion in the guise of Annatar but Gil-Galad and Galadriel mistrust him. The Noldor under Celebrimbor are instructed by Sauron, and begin forging the Rings of Power. Sauron forges the One-Ring in secret and completes the building of his fortress Barad-dur. Celebrimbor begins fighting Sauron
Fall of Eregion (S.A. 1697): Eregion destroyed ending one of the last great elven strongholds in Middle Earth and Celebrimbor is slain, thus ending the line of Feanor. The doors of Moria are shut and Elrond establishes Rivendell in secret.
Fall of Númenor (S.A. 3255-3319): Ar-Pharazorn the Golden weds his first cousin Miriel, and seizes the throne of Numenor. Ar-Pharazorn sails to Middle Earth and takes Sauron captive. Sauron is taken prisoner to Numenor but begins corrupting the Numenoreans and becomes court advisor to Ar-Pharazorn. Sauron establishes himself as High Priest of Melkor, the Faithful are openly persecuted and sacrificed to Morgoth. Ar-Pharazorn sets foot on Aman.
Atheism in Númenor (S.A. 3300): Sauron convinces the Numenoreans that Eru was a lie created by the Valar to keep the children of Arda complicit. Melkor was then the giver of freedom, for he wished to empower man and not chain them as the Valar desire. Atheism = a disbelief in Eru as the Valar were not true ‘gods’
Recovery of the One-Ring (S.A. 3320): Gondor founded, Sauron returns to Mordor.
Sauron’s accomplishments were dramatically more long lasting within the longevity of Middle Earth then that of Morgoth.
The creating of the Rings of Power would continue to cause numerous incidents of greed, war and temptation, lasting well into the Third Age until his finale defeat. Those that wore the rings were bound to them and twisted into creatures called Ringwraiths, whose fates would forever be depended upon them. Those that possessed the One-Ring would find themselves becoming mad on its power and some even had to take leave to Valinor in a hopes to recover from its taint
Eregion was considered one of the last great elven kingdoms in Middle Earth, alike to the glory of those in the First Age. Upon its fall, nothing of similar power would be created by the elves in Middle Earth beyond those of pocket realms held by lords and ladies.
Much of the same, Numenor was considered to be the greatest kingdom of man and nothing in its likeness would be found in Middle Earth again. Upon its fall, Valinor was removed from the earth and Arda itself became round and foreign.
Lastly the recovery of the One-Ring allowed for Sauron to grow in malice and might once more, and he would return twice again to lay siege to Middle Earth.
Therefore five of his seven accomplishments attributed to his succession towards domination and the former two allowed for Sauron to gain much needed experience before allowing his aggression to stretch outward.
Humiliation of Huan (F.A. 465): Sauron takes the guise of a great wolf and attempts to overpower the hound Huan. However, he is gravely wounded and his forms stripped of him and he flees in the disguise of a bat and is not seen for the remainder of the First Age. This allows for Beren and Luthien to succeed in the Quest of the Silmarils (see Melkor’s Losses)
Rejection of Eönwë (F.A. 590?): After the War of Wrath, Sauron adopted a fair form and repented of his evil deeds in fear of the Valar. Eonwe then ordered Sauron to return to Valinor to receive judgement by Manwe. Sauron was not willing to suffer such humiliation and fled and hid himself in Middle Earth.
Forging of the Three Rings (S.A. 1590- T.A. 3021): Celebrimbor forges the Three Rings in secret. Would later be possessed by Elrond, Cirdan/Gandalf, and Galadriel. Known also as Narya (Ring of Fire), Nenya (Ring ofWater) and Vilya (Ring of Air)– preserved the beauty of Elven lands and would ward off Sauron’s power and influence throughout his return in the Third Age.
Minastir’s Navy (S.A.1700): Tar-Minastir (11th King of Numenor) sends a great navy to Lindon. Sauron is defeated and his forces retreat from the coasts of Middle Earth.
Fruit of Nimloth (S.A. 3280): The White Tree of Gondor is said to be tied into the fates of men and should it be burned or destroyed, their empires shall fall. Isildur steals a fruit from Nimloth, the white tree is burn in Sauron’s temple thereafter. Later given to Aragorn and replanted in the Third Age following Sauron’s defeat.
Drowning of Númenor (S.A. 3319): Ar-Pharazorn sets foot on Aman; the World is Changed. Aman and Tol Eressea are removed from Arda. Numenor is drowned and the world is made round. Elendil and his sons arrive on the shores of middle earth. Sauron is removed of his fair form.
the Last Alliance of Elves and Men (S.A. 3441): Elendil and Gil-Galad face Sauron in hand to hand combat. But they perish, though Isildur takes the shards of his father’s sword Narsil and cuts the One-Ring from Sauron’s finger. Sauron’s physical form is destroyed and Barad-dur is razed to the ground. Many elves depart to Valinor thereafter.
The Fellowship of the Ring (T.A. 3018-19): will be discussed in The Finale Defeat (stay tuned for section 4)
This is not at all a professional essay and therefore it may be founded upon faulted information and heavily weighed by personal opinion. However, in concerns of longevity of rule but more importantly, of accomplishments; Sauron succeeded more towards his goal of dominating Middle Earth and the free people found within. His achievements possessed greater impacts in the longevity of Middle Earth. For more on Sauron in the Third Age, please wait for section 4 which will discuss The Finale Defeat.
Black Consciousness presupposes self-love; self-love presupposes reflecting on being passed over in relationships
Note from BW of Brazil:
Well I must say that it is now getting interesting! What I’m speaking on is an increasing number of Afro-Brazilians, normally women, but increasingly men, who are questioning how romantic choices are made, what certain choices say about the black community as a whole and the effect on how Afro-Brazilians relate to each other. The issue goes far beyond the common question of how it seems some black men and women choose partners of another race and enters into the sphere of simply love, support and unity among black people. Is there a problem here or are people simply making a bigger deal out of this than is necessary? I ask this question as I am increasingly reading material online suggesting that there is a peaking fissure between black men and women in both Brazil and the United States. I’ve been thinking about this for many years and today I read a post by my friend Daniela whose shared a recent personal incident that touched on another angle of the lack of unity between black men and women.
Daniela is a black Brazilian woman but the incident took place in Austin, Texas, in the United States. Having grown up in the US, I can honestly say that just 10 years ago, most black men wouldn’t have sided with a white man over a black woman who felt offended by the actions of that white man. The incident has nothing to do with a romantic relationship but it does fit into the ongoing discussion because it approaches the issue of how black men see black women and begs some basic questions. Do we have each other’s backs? Are we in this together? Do we have any unity? Or are we slowly being conquered by a discourse that says “we’re all equal” in terms of race, color and solidarity? As I’ve argued before, Brazil has been there for years, but we are increasingly seeing this idea becoming stronger in the US. With that said written, I must again ask, in what direction are we going black people?
Black Consciousness presupposes self-love; self-love presupposes reflecting on being passed over in relationships
Among so many themes we could write together, and they’re not few, we decided to revisit a thorny subject. Every time a new text appears on the issue of the black woman’s affective loneliness, the black side of the internet goes into a rampage. Black men, in their vast majority, run to say that black women are also palmiteiras, or else to reinforce that they are not palmiteiros. Not to mention the discourse that love has no color. But if it does not, if the diagnosis that black women experience loneliness in a brutal way is a fallacy, how could Ana Clara Pacheco even write a doctoral thesis addressing this topic?
By Winnie Bueno and Caio César
The social passing over of which black women are targets is not restricted to the labor market alone, they expand to all spheres of society, including in the affective sphere. We have already written about these issues relentlessly. But it’s little. The narratives about the deep feeling of loneliness among black women don’t diminish, on the contrary, it seems, although we are increasing our possibilities to recognize ourselves as subjects, distancing ourselves from the logic that Frantz Fanon explains in Pele Negra, Máscaras Brancas (Black Skin, White Masks) that approaches the connection of citizenship with the performances of whiteness on the part of the black population, even with the strengthening of the black racial identities, nevertheless, black women continue dealing with the feeling of insufficiency.
The idea of this text is to bring a hybrid approach, in which it is possible in a single writing to reflect on the consequences of affective loneliness for blackness in a broad way. It’s necessary to say that affective solitude is not restricted to the passing over of the black women in the affective relationships of the dating and marriage type. The socio-cultural aspect of this question goes beyond the private of the relationships. And that’s where we want to start this dialogue.
I believe that addressing the subject of loneliness is speaking directly, also, to black men. Talking about how much these men can love and be loved. And understand that this passes, first, through loving oneself, your culture, your people. It goes through understanding imposed masculinity, the stigmas and the stereotypes. Every masculinity that the world imposes on men falls even more heavily on black men. The necessity of being strong, hard, rigid all the time. Not showing emotions, or weakness or feelings. And this reflects also in loving relationships. On how treatment is given between men and women, especially black women. Add to this the construction of the black man’s image as a threat by international society.
Homens negros (black men) are the image of the enemy, that that is regarded as a voracious, uncontrollable animal, which, if not controlled by the coercive force of the state, can at any moment unleash their natural violence (see note one). The idea that these men need to be isolated from society so that it is protected is the projection of a discourse that has such an ideological force that even blackness is conditioned to perpetuate these ideas. Therefore, the deconstruction of this ideology between us is fundamental. Branquitude (whiteness), the media, the white social structure will not do this, it maintains itself from these assumptions and draws power from them. Of them there is not much to expect, but among us, it is possible to potentiate these reflections, talk about them and reduce their impacts on our social relations.
The solidão da mulher negra (solitude/loneliness of the black woman inevitably passes through the way men see themselves within society and within relationships. All the imposed roles, the social rules, everything, everything counts on how we act next to a woman. Bringing a racial perspective, I have always observed how romanticism didn’t belong to black men. This was like showing weakness, being less of a man. I remember liking to write letters, I remember the other boys saying that this was not a coisa de homem (man thing). It was as if this was denied to me, love was denied me. I remember hearing countless times that “homens negros não são românticos” (black men are not romantic) and things like that. And that is one of the most rigid molds in the male world. Romanticism, the romantic lyric, is absolutely European. It doesn’t match the patterns of bestiality that these same Western standards relegate to black masculinity.
Caio remembers the letters he liked to write. Winnie remembers the letters she would like to have received and never received. While the meninas brancas (white girls), back in high school, were getting pretty notes, Winnie helped the boys demonstrate their interests. She wrote in the letters that were sent to her colleagues, that which she would like to read. The discovery of sexual and affective interests in school age, the narratives of mulheres negras (black women) about their being passed over in this environment, shows that from an early age we have the construction of an image about black women that fixes their social roles in sexual-affective relations. As servants, to serve in domestic activities, to serve fetishized sexual desires, but never to build solid relationships, after all, they are bodies without minds, in the words of bell hooks.
This idea, of a mindless body, is what underlies a series of patterns about relationships. And it is also what constitutes the phenomenon of palmitagem, these men who are constantly described as threats imprint on their unconscious that the affection of a white woman consensually destroys this paradigm. We know, therefore, that not only does it not eliminate it, it strengthens the contexts that represent black women as bodies-objects whose affection is not necessary. After all, if not even their equals are able to bond with these women, how will others do it?
When you add this to an imposed standard beauty, we may have the least notion of why black women are so abused. Black men taught that demonstrations of feeling are weaknesses; taught that relating to white women brings them a higher status in society, more value and respect among friends. Men, who for not seeing value in black women, deny themselves the demonstrations of feeling. Because loneliness is not only the absence of someone at your side, but also the devaluation of those who say they love us. It is also the one without the use of derogatory jokes, about hair, hips and moodiness. Homens negros que, ao odiarem mulheres negras, odeiam a si mesmos (black men who, hating black women, hate themselves). In this constant is that the social ascension of the black man connects itself with the choice of a white partner, even though of an inferior financial status. Obvious that this phenomenon in Brazil occurs in a mitigated way, the social ascent of black men is insignificant, it occurs almost exclusively from the same means. But to make invisible (the fact) that black men who achieve some social prestige, even if it is hypocritical, since whiteness does not recognize this prestige in a total way, whether in the midst of entertainment or in the academic world, give almost exclusive preference to relating to white women would be, at the least, dishonest.
The affectionate loneliness of the black woman expands. The permanent feeling of solitude is common for black women, to the point of being a constant. We know that we are meant for emotional solitude, yet we are at a time when strategies are being built among black women themselves to overcome the anguish of loneliness. Other forms of affection that are not based on these historical repetitions, but this is a conversation for another text.
The key here is to try, once again, insistently, to talk about the need for mutual recognition, for ways of achieving self-love between us and upon us. The full appreciation of your equal, the consolidation of forms of love that establish themselves from the possibility of affection by the feeling of affection, and only for that. An affection in which the appreciation of negritude is possible. Loving not for interest, not for being with someone who gives us, before society, a value that is empowering of our wills as subjects, of all of them. Love for love of ourselves. Love for self-love.
Source: Medium.com / @winniebueno
Note: Examples of this stereotype are numerous in Brazil as well as on a global level. For examples in terms of representations in Brazil’s media
Regancy AU: what if Tony was kidnapped??? I love angst!
Well there’s the time Tony and Peter are kidnapped and Dummy comes to the rescue lmao.
But yeah, what if? What if while he’s at the farmers’ market with the boys he feels the point of a blade digging into his back. He freezes in terror. A pair of lips brush his ear as the person behind him whispers, “If you want your children to be safe, you’ll come with me.” The guards that had come with them are busy running after Harley and Peter. Tony–Tony really has no choice. So he nods just slightly, and lets himself be led away.
His hands are tied behind his back, and then he’s gagged, and a bag is thrown over his head. He’s shoved in the back of a wagon, and then he feels hay being thrown over him. He trembles with fear. But he’s glad that Peter and Harley are safe. If he had to do it over again, he would have made the same decision every time. Still, though, he can’t help but think that he wants Steve and Bucky with him.
(It takes a few minutes for the guards to realize Tony isn’t bringing the kids to heel. Harley and Peter notice it too. When Harley quietly asks, “Where’s Mama?” the farmers who adore having them there grow concerned as well. But Tony’s nowhere to be found. The guards stuff Harley and Peter into the carriage and set the horses to gallop back to the castle. Steve and Bucky are furious. So are their people. Soldiers are mobilized to search for Tony immediately.)
When the hood is ripped off, Tony comes face-to-face with a smarmy looking man with long brown hair. The man tuts and reaches out to untie the gag over his mouth. “Well, they got you here in one piece if nothing else.” And that’s how Tony meets Aldrich Killian. Who apparently wants to marry him. Despite the fact that Tony is already married and has children. “And you’re attached to them,” Killian asks, looking surprised, then tuts again and waves his hand. “Alright. I’ll have them brought here too.” Tony gapes at him, stunned by how blasé the man is about kidnapping princes.
Tony tries to reason with him, but Killian brushes off everything he says. It’s like being back with Obadiah. Even when some of the guards are looking at him sympathetically, Killian shrugs and ignores him. Tony feels a little helpless. He’s the diplomatic one. And his diplomacy isn’t working. “I don’t want to be here,” he finally says. Killian’s face does something strange and terrifying. Then he says, “What you want doesn’t matter. I need a queen. You’re a perfect specimen of an omega. Our children will be perfect as well.” “But I’m married.” “My priestess will annul that. They don’t deserve you anyway.” Tony gapes at him again. He’s met an actual crazy person and he doesn’t know what to do.
Killian brings him to his priestess, a woman named Maya, and she says some flowery words about his marriage that he assumes means “I say the marriage doesn’t exist and that’s all that matters” despite the fact that Tony’s religion doesn’t allow for divorce. Tony stares at her, blank-faced. Then she asks for him to confess his sins so he may be purified for his coming marriage. Tony has to think fast and finally says “I will not confess my sins to anyone but my priest. …Ess.”
Killian’s face does that frightening thing again. Tony demurs, bowing his head respectfully. “I’m sorry, that’s how I was raised. If I’m to be married to you, may I have this one thing? I will, of course, convert when we marry. It’s my duty to my husband to share his religion.” Killian’s face smooths out as he thinks about it. “That’s acceptable,” he finally decides, and then presses a kiss to Tony’s cheek that makes him shiver with disgust before he leaves him with Maya. Tony turns toward her, wild-eyed. “He’s insane.” Maya shrugs. “He thinks he’s a reincarnated god. Of course he is.” “Are you actually a priestess?” “I’m paid to be,” she says, and shrugs, and Tony shivers again because he’s going to be forced to marry a crazy person and he wants Steve and Bucky.
(Steve and Bucky hear news of a cult called the Advanced Thinkers, led by some nutter named Alrich Killian. He’s been making waves, looking for a “proper” omega to marry–submissive and quiet, but still incredibly intelligent, to bear him genius children. Their blood goes cold. There is no doubt in their minds that Tony fits the bill for that; he’s been making great strides in becoming more assertive, but if he were to be put in an abusive situation again, they’re certain he will go quiet again, and that some alphas consider quietness and submission one in the same. They saddle their horses. Natasha, Pepper, and Clint want to come, but Steve tells them they need to be on high alert to protect the boys, because there is no other way Tony would have gone quietly, and the boys could still be in danger.
Pepper still looks miffed, but she goes to get her halberd obediently. Harley asks if he can play with it. Rhodey calls Pepper an asshole when she lets Harley hold it and he falls over with a squawk because it’s so heavy. But that’s okay. It’s gotten Peter and Harley to stop asking where their mom is and staring up at them fearfully when they can’t answer for a few minutes. Steve and Bucky, along with their Howling Commandos, make their way to where Killian is said to be hiding out–a long abandoned castle.)
Killian shows Tony to where he’ll be sleeping and when he tries to step inside as well Tony screams a little and shrieks “What are you doing?!” He is only half pretending. “You are my bride,” Killian replies slowly. “Of course we would share a bed.” “I couldn’t possibly,” Tony says immediately, and then drops his eyes when Killian starts to look angry. “I–It’s improper. We’re not married yet. Shouldn’t I stay pure until the wedding night? And I–I wouldn’t want to tempt you,” he adds, trying not to show how the words make his stomach curdle like soured milk. Killian stares at him for a long time, eyes narrowed, before his face smooths out into that pleasant mask again, and he nods. “Yes, darling, of course. Just allow me to get your bed ready. Unfortunately I haven’t found servants worthy of serving their future queen yet.”
Tony fights the urge to run while Killian has his back to him, because he knows the alpha will catch him, and then all of his demurring and lies will be for naught. He’s bought himself some time to think of a way to escape. He can’t squander it. Not on something that was doomed to fail. Killian draws him over to see if the bed is prepared properly, and Tony says yes, just to get him to leave. Killian smiles, says, “Oh good,” and then clamps a shackle around Tony’s right wrist. Tony stares at it, shocked, then looks up at Killian angrily. “And what is the meaning of this? Don’t you trust me?” “Of course I trust you, darling,” Killian says, in a way that Tony can tell means ‘not on your life.’ “This is just in case someone tries to take you. I have no doubt that you’ll pitch a screaming fit for everyone to hear if someone tries to take you away from me.” Tony bites his lip to keep it from quivering, and when that fails he whispers, voice shaking, “Someone might try to take me from you?” He hates that he has to do this, say these things, to appease this dangerous man, but he has no other choice. He knows he doesn’t.
Killian relaxes, grabs his hands and coos, “Oh darling, you don’t even know how precious you are. Such a perfect omega, obedient and intelligent. We marry at midday tomorrow, darling, and then after the festivities I’ll show you how precious.” Tony’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth, but he darts it out to lick his bottom lip anyway. Killian smiles, lifting Tony’s left hand to kiss the back of it. “Sleep well, darling.” “And you, too,” Tony says, even manages to sound sincere, and curls his hands against his chest as he watches to make sure Killian leaves. Then he turns and tugs at the chain, whining quietly when he sees it’s attached to the bedpost. Then he notices–there are identical chains and shackles on each of them. His blood runs cold when he realizes how committed Killian is to this–he’s ready to chain Tony up to consummate their “marriage.” Tony whimpers and lifts a hand to wipe his eyes. He wants Steve and Bucky.
(“Completely off his rocker,” the farmer says, and Steve grips the reins in his hands with white knuckles. “And for all the disrepair the castle is in, he’s armed it heavily. I dunno how he amassed so many followers, but I’d say he has at least fifty, if not more.” “Hopefully they’re not all entirely loyal to the cause,” Bucky mutters as they walk on, horses left with the farmer so they can make a relatively quiet approach. “Hopefully,” Steve agrees grimly.
Dum Dum touches his shoulder and Steve has to fight not to growl. “We taking any prisoners, Captain?” Steve stops fighting the growl. “If they surrender, yes. If they fight, no.” Dum Dum nods and falls back with the rest of the commandos. Bucky brushes his shoulder against Steve’s even though he knows it won’t relieve any of his tension. “Tony will be fine. He’s smart. He’s learned a lot from you, Steve.” Steve can’t keep the pained expression off his face. He’d been teaching Tony about strategies and battle plans but none of those had included an enemy that was literally insane. He’s scared. He’s angry. He just wants Tony safe and sound in his arms again.)
It takes some creativity, but Tony eventually gets the chain twisted around the bedpost and uses his weight as leverage to snap it quite soundlessly. He was less prepared for it to then fall onto the ground though, and he freezes, terrified, because surely his room is being guarded and that must have been heard? But minutes pass, and no one comes. Tony picks up the post and curses himself for not carrying the dagger his former ladies-in-waiting had given him. He’d felt safe and had let his guard down. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
There’s nothing in the bedside tables, but he pokes into the closet and finds very fine dresses. He assumes he’d be wearing them after becoming Killian’s omega. He shivers in disgust but searches for something–anything–to use to pick the lock. He finally finds a belt–and some ropes. He stares at them, clutching the belt to his chest. Were those ropes for him? Was Killian going to tie him up? Would he even be allowed to leave this room or would he just be some pretty doll for Killian to use as he wished? Tony shakes his head, focuses on picking the lock of his shackle. His hands are shaking.
Now that he’s free, though, what can he do? He’s an omega in a building that could be crawling with henchmen. Even if he could disarm one of the guards and take their sword, he’d be outnumbered and outmatched almost immediately. Steve is a good teacher but he can’t make up for the fact that omegas can’t achieve the muscle mass that alphas can. Maybe Killian’s enough of a narcissist that he wants to be the only alpha around. Maybe his followers are all betas and omegas. Tony snorts humorlessly. Yeah, and maybe he planned on shouting, “just kidding!” before sending him home. Unlikely. Tony glances at the bedpost, noting the knob at the top, the tapered middle, the thick bottom where the shackle’s chain is welded around it. He stares for a moment, then looks at the other bedposts. Perhaps… This would be his hail Mary. But it’s the only thing he can think of to do. As he wraps his hands around another bedpost he prays, and his prayers are interspersed with the thought he wants Steve and Bucky.
(“Well guarded,” Steve murmurs, reluctantly impressed. It would figure that the insane asshole who stole their omega would have to be a smart insane asshole. Bucky takes a deep breath, lets it out. “You want me to take some of ‘em out?” “I don’t think you can without raising some kind of alarm,” Steve admits. “Cap,” Dernier hisses, and Steve turns to glare at him. “What?!” Dernier just points, and Steve will be sorry for the urge to cuff the back of his head later. Instead he turns to see what he’s pointing at with an annoyed growl.
There’s a… chain attached to a wooden pole attached to another chain being lowered through one of the windows. He gapes. He senses more than sees Bucky’s mouth dropping open as well. Another pole appears, then a third. It makes it a decent way down the side of the castle before it stops. They see someone shuffling in the window and hold their breaths, and then they see the familiar shimmer of Tony’s dress shirt and it’s like they’ve stopped breathing up until this very moment, the relief is so palpable. Then Bucky frowns and says, “Steve, that’s still a big drop to the bottom.” Steve is moving before the sentence even fully registers, and he thinks Bucky probably curses behind him, but Tony is going to get hurt if he drops from the end of his improvised rope, and he won’t have that, not on his watch.)
Tony dangles from the last shackle and bites his bottom lip. He’d miscalculated. He’d thought it would be enough. He was wrong. Now he could either climb back up and hope to find something else to escape, or he could drop and hope he wouldn’t be too injured to flee. Tony squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers because he knows he doesn’t have the strength to climb back up, emotionally or physically. He wishes Steve and Bucky were here with him. But they weren’t. He has to get back to them. He takes a deep breath, then lets it back out and at the same time–he lets go.
Tony braces himself for impact, tries to relax because he knows if he’s clenched up he’s more likely to get hurt, but he’s scared and he knows something is going to break other than his pride. He can’t even bring himself to open his eyes. He feels his back and legs hitting something and he makes a frightened sound because oh no he’s going to break his back–but then he’s just held there, in the air, no falling, no impact. Tony’s eyes shoot open and he looks around, bewildered, but then he sees familiar blue eyes and he sobs out a relieved “Steve” and throws his arms around his neck. “You came for me!” “Of course I did,” Steve sighs, dropping Tony’s legs so he can wrap both arms around his waist and clutch at him. “Bucky and I wouldn’t o’ left you–”
The next sound that rips out of Steve’s mouth is wounded and terrible. Tony leans back in confusion and gasps when he sees the arrow sticking out of Steve’s back. “Steve-!” There’s an answering roar from the line of trees nearby and then Bucky comes charging out like a bat out of hell, leaps on the archer that had shot Steve, and rips his head from his body. Steve, not to be outdone, lets out an equally terrifying roar and turns to take on the guards spilling out of the–castle? Tony can’t spare the building much more attention though because he can hear Killian screaming something angrily and he’s terrified. Then he hears a sharp whistle and he turns, tears springing to his eyes when he sees Morita waving from the trees.
He makes his way over to them with no injury except the splinter he’d gotten from climbing down his bedposts. “Morita! Falsworth!” “Hello, ducky,” Falsworth greets with a wild grin, knocking another arrow to send into the fray that is the Howling Commandos tearing (sometimes literally) through Killian’s underlings. “You know I didn’t think it was possible for those idiots to go into a real Rage until we met you,” Morita adds, taking out a kerchief and wrapping it around Tony’s hand to stop the bleeding. The splinter will have to wait. “I–really? Not even during the war?” “Never,” Falsworth drawls. “‘It’s better to fight with a clear head,’ they said.” Tony turns back to the fight and lets out horrified noise and covers his eyes after Steve jams his sword into someone’s belly and rips it back out through their side. “Oh!” “Hate to be that nutty bastard now,” Falsworth adds after a moment. “My money’s on Steve.” “Bucky,” Morita retorts, and then they shake on it. Tony groans and huddles down further.
(“Steve,” Tony says mournfully, holding his hand as Gabe cuts into his back so he can pull the arrowhead free. It was the third of five. Luckily none of them had been fatal. The archers had probably been too terrified to aim carefully once they realized Steve was in Rage and would have mowed them down regardless of whether it was a fatal shot or not. Steve tries to smile at Tony in reassurance but it mostly looks like a grimace. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault,” Tony whispers, drawing his hands back in shame. He jumps when all the Commandos begin shouting at him that he’s ridiculous and it’s not his fault and even if it had been his fault he’d gotten kidnapped AND IT WASN’T, it’s not his fault that Steve’s a huge fucking dumb ass. “Aw,” Bucky says, pulling a dagger from his wooden arm. “They whacked a huge piece off.” “YOU’RE A DUMB ASS TOO!” Gabe bellows, and Bucky mutters something under his breath that Tony can’t hear.)
((“Mama!” Peter shouts. “You’re home!” “Mamamamamamama!!!!!” Harley cries, jumping up and down, hands reaching up to be held. “My boys,” Tony sighs, pulling them both into his arms, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. Bucky swallows, considers this proof that Tony had gone to protect the children. Then Pepper and Rhodey begin crowding him, and Tony finds himself plopped in Rhodey’s lap as Pepper plays with his hair, clutching Harley and Peter to his chest. Sarah presses a kiss to Tony’s forehead and tells him she’s proud of him. Tony has no idea why, all he did was lie through his teeth and climb out a window. Jarvis tells him that’s exactly why she’s proud–because he didn’t wait with his thumb up his ass to be rescued. “Jarvis,” Tony gasps, and attempts to cover his children’s ears with two hands. It doesn’t work. Natasha is proud that Tony didn’t freeze with fear and instead ran into the woods toward Morita and Falsworth. Clint’s proud that Tony remembered how to pick a lock like he’d showed him. Tony is overcome with how much he loves everyone and how much he is loved. He’ll have to take the boys to go visit Steve in the infirmary and tell them how brave he’d been. Tony suddenly squawks and turns toward Bucky. “Shouldn’t you be in the infirmary too?!” Bucky scuttles away quickly because if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to mess with, it’s a scolding omega.))
(((“So who won,” Tony asks, and Morita puffs up like a proud peacock. Tony giggles at Falsworth’s morose expression. He doesn’t ask how Bucky killed Killian. He’s just happy to know that Killian can never come after him again.)))
Summary: (of thisseries) As an upcoming king, Zhang Yixing has always had many pressures and expectations as the only heir to the royal throne. As his servant, he never acknowledges you. What happens when he suddenly does?
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his pocket handkerchief, Yixing sighs as he looks out to how far his golf ball had traveled.
“Great one son,” his father says as he positions himself to take his swing. “Qualities of a King. Being great at everything.”
Yixing rolls his eyes. Just because he’s good at golf doesn’t mean he’ll be good at being a king. After a few more swings and compliments, he excuses himself and leaves to go back to where the castle is.
Stepping out of the bathroom after a steaming bath dressed with his wet hair slicked back due to him running his hands through his hair, he sits by the window and sighs. Looking out the window, he spots his soon-to-be kingdom.
The recent release of Chapter 130 confirms that Tanaka did in fact know about the twin switch. (The former part of real!Ciel’s statement appears to be a mistranslation by online translators)
This revelation has been guarded by the former butler since that dreaded night almost four years ago. He could have manipulated our!Ciel, revealed his secret, distrusted him, etc., but he remained at our!Ciel’s side as a loyal, humble servant.
These panels display the emotional toll that the twin situation has placed on him:
These few panels display what I receive as a reluctant, exasperated Tanaka. Since he was never planning to reveal the switch, it’s understandable for him to feel overwhelmed or in need of bracing himself before divulging such information.
Personally, I don’t think Tanaka’s reserved, saddened expressions stem purely from the exhaustion of keeping our!Ciel’s secret. Tanaka cares deeply for the Phantomhive household and most likely both of the twins. He was protecting our!Ciel, but now that the truth (or the real!Ciel) is out, he can’t control what will happen– specifically what will happen to the “criminal” in this situation, our!Ciel.
While Tanaka looks saddened as he reveals this damaging information, his expression when facing real!Ciel is quite different:
Is it just me, or is that look as cold as ice?
Compared to his other expressions in this chapter, he doesn’t seem saddened or pained at all– he comes across as surprisingly stiff and even unattached. Despite this, he calls real!Ciel “Master Ciel” and welcomed him (whether or not he had questions about his appearance).
So…Does Tanaka have a twin preference? Could his cold expression when dealing with real!Ciel hint at a distaste of the true heir? Interestingly enough, even if he favors our!Ciel, his loyalty to the Phantomhive Household urges him to serve the rightful earl. Or is there something else that prompts him to do such– perhaps knowing another secret or wanting to protect our!Ciel?
Plus, let’s not forget Tanaka’s reaction when he first saw that our!Ciel (who he knew was the younger twin) was alive:
Pretty different treatment…
Some Tanaka-centric Questions That This Chapter Raises:
What did Tanaka think happened to real!Ciel when only our!Ciel turned up alive?
What does Tanaka currently think about real!Ciel (concerning his whereabouts for the past three years, his “living” status, etc.)?
Did Tanaka know about real!Ciel’s existence/ apparent survival prior to his appearance at the manor?
Does our!Ciel know that Tanaka knew about the switch?
Why has Tanaka kept silent about the switch?
Why did Tanaka let our!Ciel live under the guise of real!Ciel?
Does Tanaka have a favorite twin?
Which twin will Tanaka serve?
Is Tanaka telling the truth?
Tanaka is an extremely loyal servant who serves the Phantomhive household to the best of his abilities. While his loyalty dictates that he should follow tradition and serve the rightful master, his personal closeness and knowledge about the twins seems to make this task complicated.
Despite knowing extremely damaging information about our!Ciel, Tanaka does not act on it and never intended to do anything (even if he didn’t know what happened to real!Ciel). Plus, if the information was revealed/ the fact that he knew about the switch or identity theft came out, he could get into some serious legal trouble, as our!Ciel has lied to the Queen. All of this tells me that Tanaka cares immensely about our!Ciel.
Tanaka did not want to reveal the information that would ruin our!Ciel’s ruse and humiliate him. However, the appearance of real!Ciel forced his hand.
Judging from Tanaka’s expressions, he seems to be more emotionally attached to our!Ciel (Though I’m sure seeing a kid you practically raised crumbling into a pathetic mess is a difficulty for anyone; plus, the room’s atmosphere definitely wasn’t fitting for a jovial greeting).
Interestingly enough, real!Ciel does not seem to hold a grudge or have any hostility against Tanaka, since he greeted him with a casual, “Oh, Gramps.” However, this might not be true the other way around…
Does Tanaka dislike or distrust real!Ciel? Has real!Ciel done something cruel, mean, or terrible in his past that caused this?
Furthermore, will Tanaka serve real!Ciel?
Since Tanaka was preparing tea, I’m guessing he’s not real!Ciel’s butler (plus, the servants would certainly notice Tanaka arriving with “Ciel” rather than Sebastian, or real!Ciel showing up with someone who wasn’t Sebastian in general). Thus, Tanaka would simply be following Phantomhive tradition to serve the true master if he served real!Ciel. He does not have a guarantee of power, honor, or prestige (though I’ve never taken Tanaka for someone who’d be attracted to those things).
Furthermore, the one known as “Earl Phantomhive” does not need Tanaka to rule the Phantomhive household– Tanaka is simply a loyal, high-ranking servant who would be a five-star asset. While he is not needed, Tanaka is also an excellent verification of being “Earl Phantomhive,” as he is well-known to the Evil Noblemen.
Anyway, since real!Ciel doesn’t actually need Tanaka, as he could reveal himself as the true heir to family and authorities, Tanaka and our!Ciel could be in legal trouble. Real!Ciel’s position of power puts Tanaka in a difficult position, as it could be a “Join or Die” situation.
I am still curious about how much power real!Ciel has, as he could easily strip our!Ciel of power by going to family or the authorities, yet he chooses a rather dramatic reveal method… This seems to coincide with his prideful personality, imo. Aside from that, could real!Ciel actually reveal himself? Is there something or someone stopping him from doing this?
Over the past three to four years, Tanaka has been protecting our!Ciel. If real!Ciel threatened our!Ciel, I could see Tanaka “switching sides” to serve him.
While that could happen, I think this chapter makes it clear that Tanaka cares very deeply for our!Ciel and chose to serve him and to protect his lie.
Given this information and his body language, I don’t think Tanaka would betray our!Ciel. In my opinion, serving or doing damage control with real!Ciel to protect our!Ciel would be a prime reason for his change of masters.
———————————————————————————— — Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader Request: I’m literally the definition of trash I’m truly sorry for
taking so long for barely sending u the request: ok so Loki x reader where ur
his personal servant everyday at noon u would go to the village near by n
secretly teach the kids to read n write one day Loki asked u were u would go
u didn’t want Loki finding out and might get u and the children in trouble so
u didn’t tell him anything. Each day Loki would ask u making u nervous that
he would maybe start following u, he asked u if u would go see a lover and u
just looked at him with out saying anything Loki took ur silence as a yes and
one day decided to follow u took ur luck he had caught u talking to Thor in a
market place (u n Thor were pretty good friends and he knew about u teaching
the kids) and Loki thought Thor was ur lover. Loki hated the idea of Thor
winning at everything and anyone and to him u were his servant u were to
serve him and nobody else and he was going to prove that to u. If u need more
detail just tell me will happy to help once again super sorry like I’m
terrible at having a solid schedule-@floating-balloon Warnings: Jealousy Notes: This may be the longest thing I have ever written. Sorry it took so long I had real trouble getting started but I finally have it finished. The final winner’s request should be out at the weekend, and following that Part 2 to Somewhere Only We Know as well as Possibility. Once again sorry for my lack of stuff coming out, I’ve been finding it really hard to find the motivation to write. Hopefully I’m out of that slump now. Anyway enjoy! —————————————————————————————
As you hurried through the cobbled streets
of Asgard you stuffed a worn leather book into the inseam of your faded green
shawl. Flickering your E/C eyes around the crowded streets you searched for any
sign of the raven-haired prince, heading back towards the palace you kept your
eyes to the ground and your shawl wrapped tightly around your small frame. The
reason for your wariness may seem slightly melodramatic to an outsider, however
your master did carry a certain reputation, one for being highly strung and
easily provoked. This meant that keeping a secret from him carried it’s own set
of risks, and even though yours held no significant importance you worried that
his knowing of your actions could endanger both you and the ones you helped.
The thing was that everyday, at precisely
noon, you had ventured down to a local village, there you would help the local
children learn the basics of reading and writing, as well as telling them great
stories of your lands noble history. You had started this daily practice after
a trip down to the market, in search of goods for the palace, when you
overheard a conversation between a shopkeep and one of the locals. Apparently
the school building had been destroyed during the most recent bout of attacks,
leaving the children with no place to go, and cutting their education short. Of
course you being you felt a great sorrow at these children’s predicament and
vowed to do whatever you could to help.
Reaching the gates of the palace you were
quickly allowed in, rushing back to the small quarters you were granted to
deposit your things before returning back to work. Laying your shawl neatly on
the bed you turned to leave. But before you could exit the small room a green
swirl of smoke blocked your path, leaving in its wake your master. “Sir.” You
mumbled, bowing you head slightly. “I’ve already told you to call me Loki, are
the formalities really so necessary?” He quipped, quirking an eyebrow at you.
“Sorry sir… Loki.” You said with a small smile gracing your lips. Though the
man intimidated you like nothing else, you still saw a softer side of him, even
though many others didn’t. You could even say you’d developed certain
affections for the Trickster God, not that it was at all appropriate, what with
him being your master and a prince, and you a mere servant. Yet that didn’t
stop your heart from fluttering when he smiled at you, and a rosy blush
colouring your cheeks whenever he was in too close a proximity. “Where have you
been for the last… hour?” Loki asked you, a slight clench in his jaw.
“Nowhere…” You stuttered, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I see… I’ve
never been to nowhere, is it as delightful as it sounds?” He drawled, looking
at you with an expression full of contempt. “Quite. “You mumbled, furrowing your
brow as you manoeuvred around him, heading back to work.
You and Loki had always had a weird
relationship, what with him taking a particular interest in your personal
affairs, and you not hesitating to call him out on some of his more neurotic
behaviours. Most said they’d never seen someone speak to the younger prince in
such a way, with most of his previous servants being dismissed after similar
fo-pars. After your run in with the dark-haired god you quickly went back to
work, cleaning the princes’ quarters as well as the dining hall. As you sat on
the large dining hall floor, using certain magic’s to clean the mud-covered
stone a pair of heavy footsteps caused your head to whip up to the doorway.
“Lady Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice rang out. “Thor!” You grinned, standing up to
greet him. “How was your trip to Midgard? How was Lady Jane?” You asked, a
smile wide on your face. “Everything was as I left it Lady Y/N.” He nodded. “I
told you to stop with the Lady’s Thor, for I am no Lady.” You said with a small
quirk in your lips. “Nonsense, you are far more a Lady than many of those who
carry such a title.” Thor boomed, bowing his head slightly. “I should go and
reconvene with my Father, It was a pleasure to hold your company.” Thor said,
kissing your hand before leaving the grand room.
You and Thor had met one afternoon whilst
out in the village. He’d found you teaching the children and after learning of
your service in the palace agreed to keep it between the two of you. In thanks
you had been assisting him with his courtship of his Lady Jane, helping him
choose gifts for her as well as teaching him of Midgardian customs. Through
this the two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship, one that had seemed
to stand the test of time.
The days following your interaction with
Loki, he asked everyday where you went during your hour away, causing you to
become more and more nervous about your little secret. You began to worry that
he would try and follow you, meaning you started taking more complicated routes
down to the village, hoping to lose anyone that may have been on your tail.
However it did mean you ended up walking straight through the busy market
almost everyday. After a couple of weeks Loki’s persistent asking you had still
managed to keep strong, telling him you went nowhere of importance. One day,
out of the blue, Loki arrived at your chambers before you parted for your
journey. “Loki.” You sighed, trying to manoeuvre your way around him. “Is it a lover
that you go to meet everyday?” He growls, appearing suddenly in front of your
face. His anger causing you to stand there in silence, not knowing how to
proceed. “It would make sense, you always return with a smile on your face and
it would explain your secretive attitude about the whole affair.” He spat. Huffing
you just moved your way around him and carried on down to the village.
‘Why would he care anyway?’ You asked
yourself, ‘I’m just the help, no one of importance.’ You huffed, strolling into
the busy market. “Lady Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice called you over from a nearby
seller. “Thor.” You smiled, moving to his side. “I need your assistance.” The
blonde prince huffed, brow furrowing, coaxing a giggle from between your lips.
“Come on then.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him along to different
3rd Person POV
Loki had decided to follow Y/N down away
from the palace. For some reason the thought that she could be meeting a suitor
tore at his chest, leaving an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Loki had never
felt this way about anyone before, never had a need to protect someone and keep
them safe from harm. Yet she was different. The way her H/C swirled around the
S/C skin of her face and neck, the way her E/C sparkled whenever she laughed or
smiled, the little things were what seemed to gravitate Loki towards her, and
he just couldn’t pull away. Following
her small frame through the crowded streets he watched her as she ducked and
dived through the rowdy crowd, barely registering a second notice to many of
the passer byes. Despite Loki’s glamour to look like an unimportant local, he
stayed hidden in the shadows, skulking along hot on her trail. Suddenly a
familiar voice calling Y/N’s name sent Loki’s eyes wide and caused his fists to
clench. Watching her stand by his brother’s side with such a gleeful look on
her face made Loki’s face contort with anger and as she took his hand he felt
his stomach drop. How come his brute of a brother got everything? The power,
the praise and now the girl. The only girl Loki had ever felt any sort of fondness
towards, the only girl Loki could see himself actually falling for. Hell he
probably already had. Turning his back on the pair Loki stormed back to the
palace in a blind rage, ready to take his anger out on anyone who dared
After helping Thor you had a queasy feeling
in the pit of your stomach that you just could not shake. You went and taught
the children as usual, cutting your session short due to your little rendezvous
with Thor. Heading back up to the golden palace you noticed the subtle glances
the guards gave one another as you entered. Heading to your quarters you
immediately noticed the lean form of Loki sat on your small bed. “Loki, what
are you doing in here?” You asked, slightly puzzled by his appearance. “So it’s
Thor then? That you go and see everyday? It’s my brother that you pine over
like a puppy, it’s pathetic.” He spat, leaning above you as his words sliced
you like a blade. Standing up to him you shoved him in the chest, causing him
to falter slightly. “I do not pine after any man, and not that it is any of
your business, but if I did it would certainly not be after Thor.” You growled,
face thunderous, “And I am certainly not pathetic, however it is nice to know
your opinion of me.” You said, jabbing him in the chest. As you whirled around,
ready to storm away from the dark-haired prince, a hand darted out, holding
onto to your elbow. Before you could even get another word out Loki had spun
you around, engulfing you in his arms. “You serve me, and no one else.” He
murmured before crashing his lips against yours. “Always.” You murmured against
his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Jealousy is not a nice
colour on you.” You smirked, leaning your forehead against his. “You need to
learn to keep that pretty little mouth closed.” He chuckled, kissing you again,
this time with a more gentle touch.