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cozage · 4 months ago

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Hi! Do you write angst stuff? If so, can you please write about something like s/o is from a normal, well educated, middle class family but her parents don't approve of their love because well you know, he is a pirate. Ace, Law, Shanks x f!reader please

A/N: This is only very loosely edited. I’m sure theres plent of typos and grammatical errors. Forgive me! Characters: f! reader x Ace, Law, Shanks Cw: This is angst only…should I make a part two with resolution? Also there are some harsh words exchanged in some of these. Just be mindful of that :) Total word count: 3k

Disapproval

Ace

You spotted Whitebeard’s jolly roger in the distance and braced yourself for the next few days. Ace was surely on that ship. He never missed a visit to your island. You knew it would only be a matter of time before you’d have to see him again, but you hadn’t expected him to return so soon.

You watched the ship pull into port from the cliffside, trying to decide what to do. Ace was expecting you to be down by the docks when he arrived, as you always were. But you knew it would only make everything harder, and you haad been warned to stay away from the pirates due to their…bad image.

You fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger as you thought. Ace deserved to hear the news from you. It was cruel, but hearing it from a local would be worse. With a stone weighing in your stomach, you rose from your place and started down the path to the port.

You loved Ace. With all of your heart, you loved him. But your parents were extremely affluent individuals in the community, and Ace was a pirate. He had plenty of other women on other islands to comfort him-women you tried not to think about too hard. But you couldn’t spend your life waiting for the next time he came too you. He had his life on the sea, and your had your life on this island.

So when William Cleed had asked for your hand in marriage, you agreed. It was an arrangement between your parents, and William was a rather boring fellow. But he came from a good family, and he was kind to his servants. He was a good man. Plus, the marriage would solidify your parents position in the community and strengthen family ties. It was the sensible move.

“There she is!” Ace’s voice rang out amongst the sounds of the portmen, and you found him at the bow of the ship, waving down at you.

You gave him a sheepish grin and small wave, the way you always had as the two of you waited for the gangway to be set. His grin made your heart swell, which paired with an instant pang of regret.

Unwilling to wait any longer, Ace jumped over the side of the ship, landing on the dock directly in front of you.

“Miss you, love.” His eyes gave a quick scan over your body, lingering a moment too long of your lips. “You look good.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile dancing along your lips. “I bet you say that to all of your island girls.”

Ace wrinkled his nose at your comment. “Only you. I tell you every time, there’s no one else.”

“And yet you always leave.” You raised an eyebrow at him. This was a daance the two of you always did.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “Come with me.”

“Ace-” you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he only strengthened his grip on you, a smile still on his face.

“I know, I know,” he said with a sigh. “You can’t go and I can’t stay. So we just have to keep dancing this dance we always do.”

You tried to pull away again, but he didn’t budge. “Ace, I need to talk to you.”

“I missed you.” Hiis lips were already on yours as he spoke the words.

You should’ve felt guilty. You should’ve tried to pull away, or push against him. You should’ve tried to get away and preserve yourself and your fiance.

Instead, you melted into him. You couldn’t help it. You ignored the reasonable part of your brain that was reminding you about your bethrothed. You would tell him about your engagement the moment you pulled away, you just needed to taste him one more time. To have your sense invaded by campfire, to have your mouth slightly numb and your hair a tangled mess from his fingers twining through them. Just this last kiss, and then you could say goodbye.

“What the hell is this?” William’s voice broke through the smoke that was fogging your brain, causing you to yank out of Ace’s grasp.

“William-” you gasped, trying to think of a reason he would’ve found you like this.

But William wasn’t looking at you. He stepped infront you you, glaring directly at Ace. “You pirates thing anything you look at is yours. Get the fuck away from her!”

The sharpness in William’s voice was something you had never heard before, and it caused you to take a step back from both of the men.

Ace blinked, confused and slightly disoriented from your kiss. His eyes found yours, asking for an explanation, but you simply adverted your gaze. You should have told him, but now your voice was gone.

Ace gave out a nervous laugh. “I don’t understand. She was fine-”

“The hell she was!” William shouted. “My fiance doesn’t go around kissing other men, especially not a pirate.”

The way he spit the last word made your cheeks heat with shame. You had never been ashamed to be seen with Ace or any of his crew before, but the Cleeds wouldn’t be caught dead frequenting the same establishment as a pirate.

“Fiance?” Ace barked out a laugh, but was quickly silenced. You knew he was looking at you, at the ring on your finger. “I-”

“William, dear,” you interrupted quickly. “Can we just go?”

WIlliam finally turned around to you, his eyes instantly softening as he looked at you. He smoothed some of your wild hair and wiped some dirt off of your face. “Did he hurt you?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “No. I’m okay. I swear.”

Ace was staring at you, trying to get your attention. “Y/N-”

“Don’t say her name,” William growled, turning back to Ace. “Don’t even fucking speak to her.”

“I can talk to her if I damn well please! She’s her own person!” Ace took a step toward you, but William stepped up to meet him, cutting you off from him.

“And my betrothed,” WIlliam hissed. “And my family will not associate themselves with your kind.”

You could see Ace’s temperature rise at that comment. You knew the look on his face. One that often happened when people in the bar spoke poorly of Whitebeard or laughed at someone in his crew. He was getting ready to loose his flames.

“Please-” your voice cracked on that word, finally looking at Ace and all of the confused pain on his face. “Please just let it go.”

William turned to you and relaxed, walking back to you. “Yes, of course. Let’s go.”

He smoothed your hair again, gently kissed your cheek, and led you away from the docks. You didn’t dare to look back to Ace, but you knew he was still standing in the same place you had left him, silently begging you to turn and run back into his arms.

Law

Trafalger Law had visited your island a few times and managed to stop in at your family’s cafe every single time. And every time, your conversations went about the same.

“Welcome back! What brings you back to the island?”

“Business for the World Government,” he’d say with a straight face, staring at the menu.

You’d give a nervous laugh. “Right. Classified, I’m guessing.”

He’d finally give you a smirk. “You’d be correct.”

“Anything I can help with or give you insider information on?”

“Just a sandwich.”

It was at that point that you’d remember he stopped in for service, not conversation. You’d quickly ring him up and make his order. He always sat at the bar near you. At first, he didn’t seem interested in making small talk with you, but after the third or fourth visit, the two of you could talk through the entire meal without any awkward pauses or lulls in conversation.

And without fail, everytime he left, your mother would stick her head out from the back room and click her tongue in disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be so kind to men like that. He’s a pirate, you know. He’ll take you hostage and not think twice about it if it benefits him.”

“He’s a Warlord, you know. Sanctioned by the World Government,” you’d always say back.

She’d scrunch her face at that comment. “Just means he can get away with it.”

The two of you would roll your eyes at the other’s remarks and get back to work, but those golden eyes would stay in your mind for the rest of the day.

One day, Trafalgar Law came into your shop twice in the same day.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Back for the World Government Business? Or just a sandwich for the sea?”

“Neither,” Law said. “It’s actually a personal matter.”

Your heart began to race at his words. “Oh? And how can I help with that?”

Law looked back at the door as if he wanted to run, but his crewmates were blocking the exit, staring at him expectantly.

He turned back to you, watching you carefully. “Are you busy tonight?”

It took a moment for you to process his words. “Tonight? Uhm…no, I don’t think so.”

“I’ll meet you here at seven, then.”

It felt like all the air had gotten sucked out of your lungs. “What?”

“For dinner.” He started to walk away, and then froze. “I mean, if you want to.”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Do you even want to?”

He quickly turned to face you, and you could see the calculated panic across his face as he realized his communication errors.

A smile spread across your face as you watched him try to fix his mistake. “I’ll see you here at seven. Don’t dress up too fancy, okay?”

He gave a quick nod and then slunk out of the building. You couldn’t help but laugh at his awkwardness. You hadn’t seen that level of communication issues from him since his first lunch.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to hear anything from your mother. Her and your father were away for the day, working an event on the other side of the island.

You closed the shop quickly and ran home to change into anything but your work outfit. Law had seen you in that enough times.

Law was already waiting for you as you approached the bakery again, and gave a smirk when he saw you. “I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show up.”

You flashed him a smile in return. “And miss a evening out with a pirate? How could I refuse!”

He rolled his eyes at your enthusiasm. “Don’t get your hopes up. It’s nothing big. It’s just-”

“Y/N?” Your father’s voice made you freeze in place. Even Law stopped speaking mid-sentence.

You quickly spun around to see your mother and father standing in the path. “You guys are back early!”

Law turned around as well, slower and more disinterested in the conversation. But you saw the moment your mother recognized his face. How her eyes bulged out her her face for just a moment. How she whispered to your father.

Your father’s eyes widened aat your mother’s indistinguishable words. “You’re coming home right now,” he said to you.

Plastering on the fakest smile you could, you willed yourself to speak confidently. “I’m actually just on my way out. Everything is okay at home, though.”

“Listen here, girl-” Your father strode up to you in five quick steps and grabbed you by the arm. “If you don’t come home this instant, you will have no home to come home to.”

“Father-”

He tugged on your arm. “Now.”

“Go,” Law said, already turning around and heading down the path without you. “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.”

“You will not!” Your father screamed after him. “You and your crew aren’t welcome in my shop! All you bring is trouble!”

Law didn’t respond as he kept walking, so your father turned his rage to you. “If you ever see him again- If you ever try to go out with him again- You will be no daughter of mine. Is that understood?”

You glanced down the path one last time to see Law vanish out of sight. “Understood,” you whispered.

Shanks

“Run away with me,” Shanks whispered between kisses. “You’re too busy here.”

“I have to stay.” You managed to get the words out before his lips came crashing back onto yours.

“You don’t have to,” he argued. His goodbyes were always like this.

You pulled away from him. “Just like you don’t have to go.”

“I’ll be back.” He gave you one last kiss, and then he was gone.

Your mother clicked her tongue in disapproval as you stumbled back in, still drunk from the wine and Shanks’s lips.

“That man is a walking bad idea,” she warned. “I told you to stay away from sailors. They’re bad news.”

“Shanks is a pirate,” you mumbled without thinking. “That’s a totally different profession.”

“What?” Her sharp eyes cut over to you, fire burning from your words.

You were in for it now. You let out a groan and stumbled up the stairs, but your mother was quick on your heels.

“Me and your father have set you up a good life. You have a good job for now, your on track to be the first graduating student with high-”

“I know!” you shouted. “My life is perfect!”

“It is!” She shot back. “And we have worked tirelessly to ensure that. So I’ll be damned if you ruin our hard work because of-”

“He offered to have me join his crew, you know.” The mischief in your eyes cut her off mis word, her mouth still hanging open in shock. “Maybe I’ll take him up on it next time!”

With that bombshell, you slammed your bedroom door shut.

“He’s a filthy pirate!” Your mother screamed through the wooden door. “He’ll use you until he grows tired, and then he will dump you off just like every other girl!”

“Better being stuck on this damn island!” you shouted back, but your mother had already stormed back down the hallway.

You shouldn’t have threatened your parents. You shouldn’t have mentioned leaving. You shouldn’t have even told them about Shanks in the first place. Because your parents held onto things; let them fester. Their rage never left them, it just sat dormant until they needed to call upon it.

That rage didn’t manifest again until you saw the red-hair pirated sailing into port. Coincidentally, it was the same day that your professor had assigned a huge research project. Upon arriving home, you found that you were to prepare the meals for the family for the next week since the chef had taken a vacation, and that your parents has volunteered you to work the summer camp that helped the underprivileged island children.

“I know what you’re doing,” you whispered to your mother while chopping vegetables one night. “It won’t work.”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about dear.” She gave you a false smile and returned to her book. “I could use some more tea.”

You had plans to sneak out after dark, but your parents stayed in the foyer until the early hours of the night. Between school, volunteering, making dinner, and working on your project, you never could stay awake longer than them.

You knew what they were doing. Severing your relationship with Shanks and his crew was the best way to keep your family’s reputation pristine. But you had to see him once before he left. Just once.

You stayed up all night to finish your project, and finished all of your dinner preparations before you went off to your volunteer duties. Dinner was finished and ready the moment your parents got home.

You served your parents, ignoring your mother’s glare that you hadn’t set the table for yourself.

You took a deep breath. “I’m going out this evening with some-”

“No,” your father said. “Sit and eat with us. We are a family.”

“I’m going to eat with some friends.”

Your mother raised an eyebrow at you. “Which friends?”

You began walking towards the door. “Enjoy your meal.”

“Y/N” Your father’s voice was like a blade across your skin. “Sit and eat. You have things to do afterwards here at home.”

“I’ll do it when I get back.”

“Sit. Down.” There was the rage you remembered so well. The piece of him that required you to be perfect. Obedient.

You sat down at the table.

You resisted the urge to shy away from his glare as he spoke. “You will not go out tonight.”

“It’s just for a few hours. I need-”

“You need nothing,” he snapped back, immediately silencing you. “I will lock you in the cellar before I allow you to galavant around the town while pirates are in town.”

“Besides, we saw that red-haired young man in the market earlier,” you mother cooed. “Seems he found another doe-eyed girl who was stupid enough to say yes to his offer. Im so glad you moved on from that fantasy and are focusing on what’s actually important now.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. “You’re lying.”

She gave you a wicked smile. “I’d sayyou could go see for yourself, but it seems you shall remain on the property. For your own safety, of course. And since we will not allow such filth in the house, wee’re at an impasse.”

“You’re lying,” you said again. You could feel your body shaking, your eyes welling with tears. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

What pity your mother looked at you with. “I’ve told you dear. We don’t socialize with animals for a reason.”

Your father gave a thoughtful nod, as if your mother has actually said something profound. “Well, not that we’ve got that covered, why don’t you tell us about the research project you have for Professor Kiamari.”

“I think-” you stood from the table, almostknocking over the chair. “I think I’m going to go work on that right now.”

“I think that’s a swell idea,” your father agreed. “Anything less than perfect-”

“Is a failure,” you finished.

“And we didn’t raise a failure,” your mother said.

With a weight crushing on your heart, you receded to your room wondering if Shanks had even realized you weren’t around anymore.

Part 2 by request :)

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luffyvace · 8 months ago

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Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Pt2 of my Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

(cuz I ran out of characters 😭) it’s the post before this but I’ll link here: Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

⚠️(whole cake spoiler but you can read over it)⚠️

Dating Sanji Includes respect.

this man respects you more than he respect nearly everyone. And I mean it! Your up there with Zeff! And that’s the man that saved his life!!

Dating Sanji includes boundaries.

Going into what I just said Sanji respects you, which means he respects your boundaries! Now he finds you very alluring so he might push them but he won’t EVER cross them! Especially since that dude is on cloud simp 😭🤦‍♀️

Dating Sanji includes forgiveness.

Tying into that Sanji might push your boundaries..so forgiveness with him is essential! Hopefully your not stubborn! 💓

⚠️(whole cake spoiler)⚠️

you’ll also need to forgive him for leaving the crew at whole cake- and for almost MARRYING someone else- despite the fact that he always proclaims his love for you and says he wants to marry you. 😐

Dating Sanji includes comprising.

As said, this guy is pushy! So compromising can help strengthen your bond! “Dearest darlinggg~ could we take a bath together??~” *nose bleed*

it’s simply much to early for this sort of thing and you know Sanji’s a pervert 😵‍💫

”how about you prepare me a bath and make me some food while I’m in it? I’m really craving some (fav food :3) right now :)”

”right awayyyyy my scenic beloved~ you know I love doing anything for youuu~ especially cooking~ 😍🧑‍🍳”

compromise :)

by the way when i say Sanji is pushy I don’t mean it in the overly annoying way I mean it in the negotiation way, like that thing where you go:

‘50 dollars!’ ‘20!’ ‘30!’ ‘35!’ ‘Deal!’ 🤝

Like that type you know? He wouldn’t never actually cross your boundaries….it’s more like (harmless) loopholes ☝️🤓

Dating Sanji includes loyalty

very very very very very very obvious.

this man wouldn’t trade you for the world, and take that in because I mean that literally. Now if ykyk but whole cake was to protect you!! If it’s to protect you Sanji will find a way to minimize the damages instead.

anyhow- on a lighter note, you undoubtedly believe he will be faithful to you because you know it’s true and for that your grateful.

he’s always thinking about you 24/7- he doesn’t even have time to think about himself sometimes!! (He needs to)

Dating Sanji Includes active listening

top notch listener! As I said in part 1 he loves your voice so he could listen to you all day

he never gets bored or tunes out and you can tell! He consistently asks questions and maintains eye contact even if he’s doing something! :) it makes you feel so loved and heard 💗

Dating Sanji includes affection

only if you want it tho!! He has all love languages really (😭) but has no problem adapting to yours! So if this isn’t your forte, not to worry! He will never force this on you!

that’s talking about physical affection tho.

And there are many different types!…For the record- you get them all. 😊 he will emphasize on whatever’s your favorite to ensure maximum comfort <3

but this is where the communication from part 1 comes in!! You’ve gotta tell him what you like dear!! He’s not a mind reader 😃

Dating Sanji includes support

definitely this!!

he’s one of those guys who goes broke to support your dreams! (Remember the time Sanji almost sold Luffy out to the marines to buy Nami some PAPER?? Yeah..that’s you now)

everything is yours at the drop of the hat! Supplies?! He’s on it! (If you sell something) low sales?! He’s putting on one of those goofy mascots and twirling the sign around :) Karen Kustomer? Call security! (It’s Sanji- could you guess?!)

Dating Sanji Includes patience

this goes both ways truly..if your a bit more hot headed then you’ll definitely need this when it comes to him. He isn’t a idiot he just argues with Zoro too much…and Simps a lot too.. 👍

as for you I mean this in the sense that he already has plenty of it for youuuu!

he never gets angry at you for any reason.

I stand on that.

no matter how many of your shenanigans him and the crew have to go through, or how much chaos you’ve caused he’ll defend you to the end of it

”Oi! Why’d you have to go and do that?!”

”SHADDUP SHABBY SWORDSMAN!! my picturesque partner~ HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG!!”

😆

- You

(after causing chaos)

Dating Sanji Includes acceptance

self explanatory :3 he accepts you no matter who, how, where, what you are and he loves you through and through. From the highest point of your hair to the bottom of your feet 🤓😱

all that jazz~ 💖👌

Happy b day Sanji!! I’m totally not late for this!

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alchemical-astrology · 4 months ago

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Are You Healing A Past Life?

south node placements and your tastes can indicate A LOT about possible past lives

🍷south node in the fourth house can lead to disatisfaction with your living space and constant spring cleaning

🍷south node in taurus can indicate you had expensive tastes which may be unfulfilled

🍷south node in aries frequently gets bored and often has a lust for new adventure

🍷plents conjunct your south node can influence how past life emotions play out. mars can lead to conflicts as you are unsure as to why something may upset you

🍷moon conjunct south node can lead to an eternal feeling of strangeness and inability to interpret your emotions. this placement finds themselves heavily involved in shadow work

🍷venus conjunct south node will manifest their past life through purchases. look for out of place items or fascinations such as collecting things from a different era or time period

🍷venus square south node may look for things in a partner that they did not have in their past life and may project unfullfilled past life wishes onto their partner

🍷south node in the tenth house or eighth house may be drawn to mansions, penthouses, or similar ways of living AND is able to have the physical means to get what they want

🍷pluto conjunct south node or aspecting it in any way can lead to feelings of a spiritual hollow. you may have converted through many different religions or be at a spiritual crossroads.

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imfinereallyy · 2 years ago

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Eddie grew up as a creature of the night. It was to no one’s surprise really. The day was exhausting but the night was always full of this chaotic energy that he loved. The night was mysterious and other, the wonders of it still unexplored.

Eddie felt one with the night. He made friends with the moon and the stars. And although there were times that would pass where he could not see them, where there was nothing but the inky abyss, he knew they were still there. Hidden but never gone.

It started when he was young, his love of night. Eddie thought it had probably started when he was just a boy. Dumped his Uncle Wayne’s doorstep. He had been terrified, whisked away by a father on the run just as dusk brushed against the horizon. They had made it to Wayne’s trailer precisely as the evening settled into its peak. Eddie’s father hadn’t even bothered knocking. Just left Eddie on the porch with one backpack and a buzzed head. And Eddie waited there for a moment, looked up at the sky and thought it wasn’t that lonely with stars out.

His wondering mind was interrupted by Wayne pulling the door open and yanking Eddie inside no questions asked. The night was when Wayne had given Eddie a home.

As the years past, his fascination with night only grew stronger. It helped bring people closer to him. Eddie interpreted the night into campaigns, songs and even advice for the kids (lots of night metaphors for failed dating lives). He got most of his work done at this time. His mind coming alive and bursting with ideas. Wayne’s schedule was at night too. So when he worked, Eddie shared odd meals with his old man. And when Wayne was off, his brain like Eddie’s ran with the schedule of the moon.

The night also helped Eddie learn to be okay with being alone. Late night drives. Walks in the woods. Stargazing from a picnic bench. All things he had learned to enjoy his own company while doing.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like they day per say, or the sun. It’s just that Eddie had found the day boring. There was no wonder, no lust, no mystery. There was no appeal. The world was too bright, too open. There was no exploring and there was no comfort. Just exposure.

Then Eddie met Steve Harrington officially. Well, officially for the first time after everything. After the High School bullshit. After the wild adventures of the (please god never again) Upside down. When Eddie met Steve officially, in his hospital room, he is baffled to find him awake at 6 am, with a smile on his face.

And all Steve said was, “Glad you made it to actually see another sunrise.”

Like it was nothing. Like at of all the things that had blown Eddie’s mind the past week, or even more specifically out of all the things Eddie had learned about Steve Harrington, the thing that absolutely floored Eddie was the fact the Steve Harrington was a morning person.

It shouldn’t had bothered him so much. It wasn’t like he had been planning on become friends with the guy. But then he did, and Eddie couldn’t help but spiral.

Because no one should like the day as much as Steve did. Sure, Eddie was most definitely being a hypocrite. Like he had proclaimed himself as the goblin king of night once (although very drunk on Nancy’s whiskey), and Eddie prided himself on being a freak and accepting of everyone. So it was probably unfair of him to judge but this was excessive.

The day was everywhere when it came to Steve. He woke up early. He laid out in the backyard against the pavement. Steve would ask Eddie to go chase dawn with him on an early morning drive. It was in Steve’s wardrobe for Christ sake. That yellow sweater haunted his dreams, and Steve looked so good in it, and Eddie can’t help but stare—

The day was everywhere when it came to Steve Harrington.

And Eddie was damn fool who fell in love with him.

Eddie had fallen for the unattainable. The straight boy. His best friend. The guy who picked him up from a bad date in Indie no questions asked. The guy who shared a bed with him after plenty of nightmares. The guy who listened. The guy who cared.

The King and the Freak. The day to his night. The absolutely, infuriatingly opposite of what Eddie is allowed to like, allowed to have.

It had gotten so bad, that Eddie, when he couldn’t sleep and Steve wasn’t around, found himself whispering to the night about him. Told it how although Steve and the night didn’t meet very often, Eddie was certain it would love him anyway.

Eddie knew Steve was just as baffled by Eddie’s love of the darkness.He had asked once how he could stand it.

“Don’t the nightmares make you hate it? The lack of sleep alone makes me hate it, and that’s not even when I remember what the upside down looked like. No light, only hazy red darkness? Not for me man. Never again.” Steve had said while they passed a joint.

“I don’t know man, it’s not the nights fault really. Like it doesn’t matter the time of day, I still get nightmares. It’s not the night’s fault the Upside Down exists, and what it looks like. I guess I feel a solidarity with the night now. Even more than I did before. Something being blamed for simply being there. A scapegoat.” Eddie leaned into Steve’s side as he sunk further into the couch. He kinda feared he had said the word night too much in his speech.

Steve stared at Eddie for a moment, something of understanding passed on his face. “Actually, that kind of makes sense. I kinda expected you to talk in weird metaphors to explain it—“

“I still got stars wars analogy up my sleeve.”

Steve pushed on and ignored Eddie, “—but I get it. Like the night, you’re a reminder to people of the bad things that happen even if you’re just there, just existing…It’s complicated, and beautiful and very weird. Just like you”

Eddie didn’t hold back the smile when he said “Steve Harrington, are you calling me beautiful?”

“Yes I am.”

They stared at each other for awhile, no words spoken. It should had unsettled Eddie, or even spark useless hope in him. It didn’t though.

It just made him feel content. Good. Home.

He never felt the need to explain the night to Steve again.

Weeks later, Eddie learned why the day was good too. It was another night spent in Steve’s bed when the nightmares built up for days, with no end in sight. For once Eddie had woken up first. Steve’s head on Eddie’s bare chest. Eddie’s fingers combed through his soft hair, and he hummed softly to nothing but the dawn. The sunrise had started to slowly peak into Steve’s room. Because of course, even the day started towards Steve.

Steve’s eyes had fluttered open unhurriedly. Then he tilted his head up towards Eddie and did something that changed him forever.

Eddie expected him to freak out. For Steve to push him away in horror. To scream, and hit Eddie even. They had shared a bed before but it had never been that intimate. And Eddie knew his face wasn’t hiding any of his feelings either. Eddie, like the night, was only a mystery to those who didn’t know what to look for. And Steve always knew what to look for.

Steve did none of that though. Instead, Steve reached up slowly, brushed his lips across Eddie’s cheek and said, “Good morning, darling.”

Eddie felt his whole body stop and revive back to life in that instant. He died and became a new person. And then Steve, Steve took it even further when he laid back down on Eddie’s chest, without breaking eye contact, and beamed up at him.

Eddie now understands why Steve loved the day. It was because Steve loved the sun. And when Steve smiles at him, Eddie can’t help but think that Steve was the sun. And how Eddie loved the sun too.

Eddie couldn’t be stopped from kissing him in that movement.

Eddie kissed Steve like the morning. Slow, warm, and just as meaningful. There was no rush. It was waking up in comfort. Eddie had always imagined that if he ever got to kiss Steve it would be as chaotic and harsh as the night.

Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to want it in any other way in that moment. It made Eddie ache. It was sincere. It was sweet. It was devout.

Eddie leaned back to take a breath as he said, “Good morning, sunshine.”

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this is my first stab at writing something eddie centric, so sorry if it’s rough, but it did come straight from the heart. I had fun writing it (as usual at 2 am, which is really in line with this narrative i now realize). It was fun to kinda project my own feelings do the day v night debate. I’m a night owl, and I love all things that come with it. But there is something so comforting about daylight and the warmth of the sun. <3

send me something to write next. :)

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theonemarvelousness · 2 years ago

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Homecoming [Sequel to Scar of King's Roar [TW]]

[Summary: Farenah comes home from RSA to find Leona... changed.]

What a whirlwind! He can't believe that a whole semester is over, and the winter break is already here! It seems like yesterday he went off with his little brother waving goodbye. Now, he has all these photos and adventures to share! He's going to love coming here when he gets older.

Farenah Kingscholar, heir apparent and first born of the current reigning King of the Sunset Savannah might be a bit unprincely as he rushes up, dragging his suitcase behind him. The transport back was quick, and as he's just a moment from saying goodbye to his new friends he's rushing to the palace gates with a grin.

Kifaji's there, scoffing. "We were to FETCH you, Prince Farenah!" The familiar, scolding tone brings a smile to his face.

"I missed you too, Kiji~" A laugh at the childish nickname. Though--"Where's Leona? I thought he'd be waiting here..."

There's something off about the frown on Kifaji's face. Not that the old bird's a happy guy, he's very serious and proper--but this is... sad. "Is he... okay?" Cautious. Feeling his own ears lower.

"The King has determined due to his amazing magical abilities presenting in... the recent discovery of his Unique Magic... that he would start intensive magic lessons. He is currently in those magic lessons." The bird continues, cautious of who overhears.

"Well, let's go see him! He must be bored out of his skull in lessons!" Bright--he has the bird lead the way.

---

The curious six-year-old he left now sits surrounded by a pile of books, writing down a lot of old spells for memorization--and with a patch over his eye.

What HAPPENED?

The big breath he took in to say hi is gone.

Who hurt him!?

Coming over, he's very cautious. That small brow is furrowed in concentration. This work--sure, it's already advanced for a six-year-old because they're royals but... this is... a little ridiculous. Ancient magic circles of containment?

Then he sees the mark on his little brother's arm.

What happened?

"Leona?" His voice is very soft.

Leona looks up at him. The bright light in his eyes are... just gone. He's only been gone a couple months. How can a six-year-old change like that?

His brother stands, and bows. "Prince Farenah. Welcome home." It's.

It's just so proper.

"Woah--hey." He kneels down, gently tilting his chin up. "What happened there?"

"Nothing." Leona responds. It's... dull.

The mark is the containment from the book, and without a teacher here he actually thinks that maybe, just maybe, he's trying to break it. But, right now he leaves it alone. "Hey, c'mon, you can tell me."

"It's nothing. It comes off tomorrow."

"...Well okay." It's no good to press. He slowly stands up with a bright smile. "I've gotta unpack, so I'll be back to get you later!" And a wave, as his brother nods him off...

He turns to Kifaji down the hall. "What the Hell happened?!"

---

A glass of wine and three glasses of water in, he's still not calmed down. "What happened to the nanny, to the servant?" The one that locked Leona up, and the one that hurt him.

"I've discovered a plot of five people. The nanny was apprehended at the border. ...They were executed..." A sigh, the old bird rubs his temples, shaking his head.

"A six-year-old... They'd kidnap and try to starve to death a six-year-old. M--mother's death isn't his fault. She wasn't--she wasn't very strong." A hand runs through his sunset locks. "Has he been like this since then?"

"Yes. He... studies. He'll eat after someone taste tests it. And he sleeps. He sleeps... most of the time." Kifaji ventures softly. "I've suggested a visit to a psychologist but your father... is quite stubborn. He claims Leona is fine, and just matured with the truths of royal life." A sigh. "He's only six..."

"Well, I'm home for a few weeks. I'll see what I can do."

---

Kifaji was right. He eats, studies, and sleeps. Sure, some of that involves outside training to make sure he gets plenty of exercise but there's no... play.

A useless argument with their father...

"When you're King, Farenah, you can make these decisions." Rings in his ears.

---

The scar over his eye looks a lot like the King of Beasts. Scar. One of their ancestral bloodline, if the records are right.

But nothing he brings up to Leona gets a smile. He's thanked as Prince Farenah and...

He wouldn't have gone to school if he knew he'd lose his little brother like this.

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Leona's sleeping in the gardens. It's the only time he's caught a smile on his face since he's been back. He takes a seat by his brother's curled-up form, seeing him at ease for the first time since he's been back.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you, Leona. I'll do everything to keep this from happening again."

But that means... he needs to make sure he's king as soon as he can be.

It's clear no one else is going to be able to, or have the power to protect him. So he has to make sure he has all of it.

It also means he has to go back to school.

"I'll be King soon, Leona, then you won't have to worry about anyone ever again. I promise."

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broadwaybydesign · 7 years ago

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Un Grand Bal: Costuming “Tanz der Vampire,” Part II

Bonjour, everyone, and welcome back! Yesterday, I provided some analysis of the Vienna revival of Tanz der Vampire, the Roman Polanski production, and its excellent costumes by Sue Blane. Today, I’m going to provide a second piece to this two-part series and look at some of the costuming that Ms Blane created for the Paris production of this musical, titled for the French market as Le Bal des Vampires.

Le Bal des Vampires is one of those rare productions that, despite a rough treatment from the French press (Paris Match and Le Figaro excepted), has gained a cult following. And in many ways, that is the story of Tanz in general: while critics have tended to pan the production, audiences and amateur reviewers have tended to fall in love with it over and over again, with productions staged every year or two throughout the world--except in the United States. There is a storied tradition of melodramatic, campy musicals being received better in Europe and Asia than in the US, but I think Tanz/Le Bal is the most prominent of those I have listened to or seen. The American production flopped in part because New York audiences didn’t quite know what to expect: was it a dramatic rock opera, or a comedic musical? Polanski’s intention, and Blane’s costume design, put it squarely in the latter category. Why else would audiences in Vienna, Paris, Berlin, and Tokyo clamor to see it over and over again?

This isn’t a musical criticism blog, so I’ll spare my readers the musical elements of the show for now, except to say that the German-language and French versions are absolutely worth listening to because they are good old-fashioned fun. And that is the overall feeling of the costumes that Sue Blane designed for the production’s run on the Paris stage. Whereas the Vienna production as costumed by Kentaur focused on classic pastiche and camp, Ms Blane infused her Paris production with just a little bit more classic elegance, all the while maintaining the sense of whimsy and eclectic fun that are her dual hallmarks. Let’s take a look at some of these costumes:

This is a promo still, obviously, but it helps us get a sense of the overall vibe of the costumery for the production (director and creator Roman Polanski is the man in the center not in costume, but holding a garland of garlic). I mentioned in the the previous view that there seemed to be a tiny bit of homage to Les Misérables in some of the costuming, and I get the sense that the same is true for these Paris productions. The fabrics for the Paris production, however, are much more sumptuous and rich than those for the Vienna staging of the musical. Velvet is prominent on Alfred (center, in red) and his trademark red jacket; this time, rather than appearing time-worn, it’s classical and elegant. But at the same time, the mortal costumes (including that of Professor Abronsius, left) are altogether more plain than those of the mortals, with the exception of Sarah.

This is definitely intentional; after all, the musical is Le Bal des Vampires, not Le Bal des Hommes (though that does sound like it could be a French stage production). Instead, the costuming of the vampires is designed to stick out. In a sense, I like this because of my love of classic vampire tropes as seen on my other blog. Vampires are possessed of eternal life, and have all the time in the world to improve or tweak their look. I can absolutely see a bored vampire in some reclusive castle in the countryside or forest spending their time nitpicking over the design of their clothing; remember that one myth of vampires is an obsession with counting small objects. To my mind, that means it’s almost essential that a vampiric costume for a musical have some kind of beadwork incorporated into it. Ms Blane definitely incorporated a lot of beadwork into the gown on the right, a difference between the production in Paris and that in Vienna. Maybe a Parisian audience is simply a bit more demanding in the costume department, or more likely, the budget was a bit higher now that the production is a known ticket-seller!

One of the costumes that I really want to look at in-depth is one that was specially requested by an Anon, and that I gave a treatment to in the Vienna review: the Sarah character’s Red Dress as designed by Ms Blane, and distinguished from Kentaur’s Vienna revival outing. You can see it to some extent in the still above, and the bodice already appears richly designed. But let’s take a closer look at the outfit in a couple different shots and angles to really appreciate what Sue Blane has done with it on the Paris stage:

The defining feature of this gown is that it is a hoop skirt with a close-fitting bodice designed to simultaneously accentuate the character’s figure while creating a sense of personal space through the body and volume of the skirts. I love the way the fabric flows in this still, and throughout the Paris production. There’s something a little bit sultry and sensual about the way the skirt folds in on itself with the actress’ motions across the stage, only to unfurl and catch the light again. And catching the light is definitely something that this dress is intended to do. While not apparent in the above image, the gown itself has a shimmering quality that helps it to pop in the viewer’s eye, and which should be apparent even from some of the cheaper seats in the theatre.

As befits the era in which Le Bal is set, the gown is off the shoulder but still somewhat demure; it would be another couple decades before necklines would really start to plunge. But it really is the fabric which makes me fall in love with this dress. Take a look at it in a closer shot from a Getty promotional still:

We can see that the bodice is a blood-red color (always good in a vampire production) and that it then leads down to an iridescent set of skirts. Far from simply being a red gown, there are shades of blues and purples that, onstage, help to give the dress a darker, fuller feel, and which up-close make it appear almost pearlescent. I love the marbling effect that’s given by the overlapping sheer fabrics--and as you can see at the lower left, the top red layer is indeed quite sheer. This is why the dress is able to catch the light in so many different ways, as I noted above.

When you layer a dress like this, you absolutely want to make sure that the colors not only complement each other, but that you aren’t going to overheat the actress wearing the costume. That’s where sheer fabrics can be useful, especially gossamer--and given the lightness of the dress coupled with the volume and the pearlescent quality, there is almost assuredly at least some gossamer contained in this dress. I wish I could find some images of the layer beneath the sheer red, because it’s clearly got a pattern to it, but alas none of my usual sources were able to come up with a close-up; if anyone has one, I would be more than happy to write a Part III to this review!

Recall what I said about this dress flowing and creating an effect when viewed onstage. Let’s take a look at just what I meant by that in this climactic moment from the musical:

First of all, I absolutely love the lighting for this scene and I wish I knew more about lighting design so I could comment on it with some expert knowledge. But the red lighting helps to heighten the reds in the dress, while the blues and purples I identified earlier help to give the dress a sense of heaviness and darkness. The character of Sarah is leaning or slumped in this scene, but the dress itself manages to stay mostly upright, while flowing outwards. Instead of crumpling, the fabric delicately folds in on itself and allows the light and shadow to play with one another.

Also here again we can see the shimmery, iridescent quality of the dress when viewed from afar. That is not an easy trick to pull off, regardless of the fabrics one selects, and so it shows that when called upon, Sue Blane really is capable of producing a classical and traditional outfit for a stage production. This dress really is outside of what I would expect from her, if only because it’s not as eclectic as her Rocky Horror costume designs. To my mind, that’s almost more impressive than if it were consistent.

Here is the thing about costume design: in making a costume memorable, especially one that is going to feature in the marketing materials, you want the costume to stand out. You have a number of options there. Some designers choose to go over the top in an effort to wow you: they’ll incorporate beadwork, jewel work, and the richest fabrics in the costume shop. That’s the approach that someone like Linda Cho takes, and it’s one I greatly admire, as my posts have shown. The second option is the more Catherine Zuber approach, which is to use your traditional style but kick it up just a little bit; I think about how she perfectly accessorized her wardrobe choices for War Paint there, and how it made simple designs into an art form.

Sue Blane has done something completely different but no less valid. She dispatched with the camp for Sarah’s dress in the Paris production and instead created something that, to my mind, could have come out of a Molière production or some other great work of the French stage. She is not only playing to the critics, but to her audience--and in a production that is typically better received by the public than the professionals, that can make all the difference. There is a sense of homage in the Paris Red Dress that leaves the viewer coming away with a sense of magic. The classic look coupled with the iridescent and pearlescent quality of the skirts makes me think that this was Sue Blane’s effort at a kind of traditional look--one that stands out by contrast to her other, more eclectic designs. That she used richer fabric for the human characters than Kentaur did in Vienna only furthers my conviction that I’m on the right track here.

There are plenty of other productions of Tanz der Vampire/Le Bal des Vampires that I could cover, and I think that having enjoyed this production so much, I probably will take a look at some of the more far-flung productions in the future (Tokyo and Saint Petersburg come to mind). But for now, I leave you all with my takes on two of the most prominent productions and two of the most elegantly costumed. Sue Blane did quite well with these pieces, mixing an eclectic style with traditional costume elements, and the overall effect is fun, a little bit campy, and definitely memorable. And memorable is what costuming as all about!

And now for a teaser: Later on this week or at the weekend, we’ll stick with our Parisian theme when I take a look at another wildly successful musical, this time one that combines the best of couture with the classical costuming techniques of Broadway. You won’t want to miss it!

#tanz der vampire #le bal des vampires #paris #theatre #musicals #vampires #sue blane

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