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effervescent (i) — eren jaeger.

chapter i ; a constellation of miracles.

— eren jaeger x female reader (encanto au)

— warnings: angst. generational trauma.

— series summary: a young boy of fifteen seeks to save their dying miracle, never realizing that during his little adventure, he finds out the truth about the disappearance of his father, the seer of their little town.

— chapter summary: meet the enchanted family of the jaegers.

— word count: 6.5k

— notes: this is an experiment, to say the least. let's just say this is the pilot chapter of this mini series (i know, i'm starting another one when tpt and sunshine aren't finished yet yikes) so i don't know if some of you guys will like this hejnej. this will mainly focus on eren and reader's youngest son but i assure you that there will be moments between you and dilf!eren that will make the butterflies flutter like no tomorrow. tbh, this is purely for fun because encanto earned a special place in my heart and i didn't think too much in making this series but we all know that in the long run, i'll take this seriously hhhh enjoy reading, loves !!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3

Caspian Jaeger looks exactly like his father.

There’s no shed of you in his features. It’s a fact that his brothers have leverage over him. The eldest among the three of them got all of your facial features while the second eldest inherited your eyes and shade of tresses. The longer Caspian stares at the mirror, the more he sees a younger version of the famed Seer of Paradis rather than a completely different person (courtesy of the photo albums you have of your teenage memories that the boy found). The brown, shaggy hair, the blindingly turquoise irises, and the almost-angry default expression on his face — make him feel awful. He has every right to feel this way, knowing that the man disappeared from his life when he needed him the most. Caspian can’t forget your sobs the morning after his father’s departure, his aunt Mikasa supporting your head on her shoulder. They echo like the monsters his oldest brother tease him about.

That was the time he detested anything related to Eren Jaeger.

The young boy of fifteen tries smiling in front of the mirror, his casual clothing pristine and free of creases and his hair still damp from his morning shower. Caspian puffs his chest a little to make himself look bigger — stronger. His side of the family needs someone to continue standing in as their absent father. Caspian slowly blinks at the image the mirror conjures, pushing past the haunting similarities he has with his dad. Instead, he thinks of you. He has to make you, his soft-hearted and amazing mother, proud. Then, the morning chime of the grandfather clock rings around the house. But before you, he has to make his grandfather proud.

So, with a deep breath, Caspian smiles with full confidence. “I have to make my family proud.”

The morning bustle of their little walled town officially starts at this minute. He can hear the neighing of horses and the honking of the donkeys from his window on the second floor. The sunrise hasn’t even peeked over the top of the rocky walls. The sky is still painted a cornflower blue, the telltale signs that the sun will be here any minute. The magic thrumming through the walls of their house beckons Caspian towards the door. He shakes his head at the inanimate object trying to communicate with him by giving him the urge to start the day. His hand hovers over the golden doorknob, the reflection of his father once again staring back at him. The boy shakes his head, running his finger through his hair.

“Don’t think about him, Caz,” he murmurs to himself.

The door shuts behind him. The many spices waft in the air and Caspian instantly knows that his older brother has long since stepped foot in the kitchen. That’s the older boy’s domain after all. The house is livelier than ever. Much livelier than regular days.

And there Caspian realizes the reason why he keeps seeing his father on every looking glass.

It’s the day his younger cousin gets her gift. That’s why her bed was empty when he woke up earlier.

Again, no thinking about negative things today.

Caspian inwardly shakes his head and sprawls his daily schedule in his head. His first stop is you.

He walks under the arching hallways of their little castle, avoiding the house’s attempts at decorating itself. A non-glowing door stands in front of him and with a knock, he peeks his head through the small crack. “Hey, Mom,” he greets, still not entering your room.

You turn from assorting through the laundry basket and a smile lights up the entire room at the sight of your youngest. It’s no secret that your favorite is Caspian, as evidenced by your overly doting nature when he’s around. It’s one of the reasons why his eldest brother scoffs at him every mealtime because you’re the one who puts food on Caspian’s plate as if the boy can’t do it himself. It’s also not a secret that Caspian enjoys your attention but sometimes, he reminds you that he’s old enough to do things on his own. He’s not blind. He knows that you’re doing this because he’s the only one who doesn’t have anything extraordinary in his veins. Ever since his gift-receiving ceremony ten years ago, you’re always there by his side. You’re his mother, yes, but you also stood as his father through the years after his real one dipped.

“Good morning, treasure,” you beam, and Caspian has to squint his eyes at the brightness of your smile.

“Good morning, Mom! Just checking up on you.” He nods his head at the stack of used clothes on the floor. “Do you need some help?”

You shake your head, waving your hand without looking at your son. “I got this, love. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Whatever you say, Mom,” Caspian sings, turning to the door.

“Are you feeling alright today?”

His hand flinches over the doorknob. He doesn’t even have to turn around to witness the sympathetic expression on your face. He knows you always worry about him because of his lack of a gift but this day might have solidified it. A turmoil of emotions continues to churn inside his stomach. Caspian so badly wants to tell you that he feels envious, dejected, upset, nervous — but he chooses not to. So, he turns around and flashes the best smile he can ever show for this day. The boy sees how you flinch and he mutters an apology in his head. “I’m alright, Mom.” I have to be. “You don’t have to worry about me.” He returns your words to you and again, he internally says sorry for being closed off. He reminds himself that he doesn’t have to burden you more with his personal problems, especially when this day is so special to his aunt’s side of the family. Still, the look on your face compels him to let everything out.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You know you can talk to me about what’s bothering you, right?” Now, you’re putting aside your task for him.

He chuckles at your concern. “I’m really fine, Mom. Uhm, I gotta go. The house isn’t going to decorate itself.” Then, he senses the disappointed sulk of the house surrounding the room. Caspian rolls his eyes before patting the wall as a way of apologizing. He fixes you with a lighthearted lift of his shoulders. “I better go, Mom, there’s still so much to do.”

“Okay, treasure. I love you — always remember that,” you remind him.

The regular door then closes and you’re left alone with silence — the very thing that became your companion when Eren disappeared from the family ten years ago. You keep sorting out the laundry in a drone.

There was a time when your side of the family radiated homeliness; how the halls of your house wing reverberated with laughter and gleeful shouts from your children. You can still see Eren crying when your eldest was born, how he gushed that your baby boy looked exactly like you just like he always wished. He whispers to your first son every night, telling the toddler that he would grow up as beautiful as his mommy. Eren’s excitement never deterred at the birth of your second baby boy. Again, he marveled at how the baby got your eyes, saying that they were shining like yours. Then little Caspian was welcomed to the world and he was in awe. A baby that finally looked like him. He was once again crying beside you while hugging Caspian close to his chest, thanking you in a mantra.

He thanked you for giving him a family that’s more than just a constellation, a galaxy separate from the Jaeger family his father established. He thanked you for loving him unconditionally when he thought he never deserved love. He thanked you for being effervescent and pulchritudinous, for being his luminary when all is dark.

Eren loved his three children (even though he still wished for a girl) so much, always at their beck and call when they wanted to play and study. He was there at the gift-receiving ceremonies of the two older boys, hugging you tightly from behind at the anticipation of the special magic bestowed because of their brilliance. He was their role model — their hero.

You play them in your mind like a highlight reel even though it squeezes your chest and it’s getting harder to breathe. Drops of starlight trail down your cheeks as you once again spiral into a pit of missing your husband.

You just want him back home.

Wherever he is, you hope that your wishes reach him and that they’re strong enough to compel him to complete this little galaxy he made. It hurts you to see your sons become detached from the idea of having him home again. It’s almost as if they never acknowledge him as their father, seeing as more than half of their lives, you stood as both of their parents. Nobody even mentions his name in the Jaeger household, a taboo word that’s associated with being a devil of clairvoyance. When someone does, out of an accident, you see the flicker of disdain on your eldest son and the indifference from your second. What pierces you is the anger on your youngest, a look that’s so achingly familiar.

It’s been ten years but the ache feels fresh.

You feel him around you but you have to remind yourself he’s never here.

So, you steel yourself and dry your tears. This day should be perfect for Mikasa’s side of the family. You bury the pining and pain deep in your chest, letting silence be your friend again.

The sun hasn’t risen yet but the clanging and shuffling in the kitchen are already creating a symphony on the first floor of the house.

“Good morning, Aran!” Caspian announces with a grin that’s way too big on the boy’s face. “What a fine day, right?”

Aran Jaeger is a combination of you and Eren. The facial shape and nose that he inherited from Eren are completely balanced by your hair color and noticeable eyes. If one were to look closely at his face, they’d say that he’s surely almost a mirror image of his father. However, what stands out from this boy is his warmhearted nature. Given the miracle of healing, Aran developed a love for cooking since he was still a toddler snug within your embrace. He was looking at you with stars in his eyes whenever you maneuver in the kitchen, preparing the meals for the huge family. Because of this, he was dubbed ‘little helper’ by Eren, who adored staring at you in front of the stove with Aran on your hip. After getting his gift, he thought it would be best if he channeled it through cooking — that way, he can learn from you and spend most of his time by your side.

Now, at eighteen, Aran carries the medical support of the entire town of Paradis, inheriting the role of the resident doctor from Grisha. A position he has to live up to.

Clad in his signature loose knitted jacket, its pockets filled to the brim with herbs and spices, Aran turns around at the call of his name.

“Did you drink the chamomile tea I brewed for you last night?” Aran asks while kneading the dough on the counter. “I didn’t see the mug I lent you here.” He gestures at the array of mugs on the open cabinet, a rainbow of various designs that match with each member of the family.

Caspian nervously laughs. “I did finish it but I forgot to bring the mug back here.”

The older boy hums. “How many cups, glasses, or mugs do you have there now? You know that our house can’t transport things, right?” Aran adds more flour to the counter and dough, glancing at the pot of boiling water for the morning coffee.

“I’d like to say less than five but that would mean I’m lying.”

“You have to clean your room, Cas,” Aran laments. “Goldie is moving out of there and you don’t have Aunt Mikasa to clean up after you now.”

Caspian slumps. “I know. I’ll bring them down here after I do my daily chores.”

“You better,” Aran instructs his younger brother to start cutting the vegetables for the omelet since their younger cousin requested to have her favorite food on the day of her gift-receiving. “Did it help you, though? The chamomile tea?” He voices out when the silence becomes thick. If there’s something that Aran is adept at other than cooking and helping people, it’s knowing when they’re hurting. It’s as if he acquired a second sense for it the moment the door lit up for him. That’s why he makes sure to give Caspian a special meal every time. Even though it looks the same as the others’, he pours his understanding into making Caspian’s share. It’s something that he was wondering about — if his miracle transcends physical wounds and pain. Judging by the bright expression on his younger brother’s face while eating his food after a bad day, it does. “I got the leaves from Levi, you know, courtesy of Aunt Mikasa’s connection.”

“Huh?” Caspian looks up from cutting the vegetables, his shaggy bangs touching his eyelashes. He blows on his hair before answering, “Yeah, it did. I slept better after that. Thanks.”

Warmth spreads through Aran’s chest. “You’re always welcome. I’m glad it soothed you, Caz.”

Aran watches his little brother from the corner of his eyes. As the pile of bread keeps increasing on the countertop, so are his concerns for Caspian. Before Marigold was born, the youngest of the Jaeger children was Caspian, thus, the last ceremony was his. And it didn’t end well. There was no party, no fireworks, no celebration. It was almost a funeral. It baffled Aran that for such an extraordinary boy, the eternally shining key the Jaegers were given didn’t grant him the one thing that separates their family from others. Aran was still eight years old at that time but when he saw his baby brother’s trembling lips at the scrutiny and disappointment, he knew that Caspian’s childhood would never be the same again. The little boy ran towards the nursery, slamming the door shut, the sound echoing through the little castle. That night was when the god of healing of Paradis realized he can make others feel better emotionally with his creations. Even if it was just a little spark within viridian irises, Aran was relieved that Caspian slept great.

“Do you want to help me distribute the food to the townspeople?” Aran inquires without looking up from making another batch of pikert and pretzels. “I’m pretty sure the kids in the town would love to have you in the stand today.”

Caspian snorts. “Yeah, they’re always asking me about the family.”

“Yet you still humor them.”

The younger boy shrugs. “Well, they’re kids. They’re naturally curious. Years of rooming with Goldie taught me that much.”

“It’s not like this is the first time they asked you about the extraordinary Jaegers.”

“That’s the thing.” Caspian looks up from his task of beating the eggs, his grin wide enough to make the sun rise from the top of the mountain walls. “I love our family, that’s why.”

Blue washes over Aran in a snap. It’s unfair. His mind takes him to the many times their grandfather berated Caspian for being normal. Cruel and merciless. He doesn’t want to see his baby brother looking like a kicked puppy after a sermon from Grisha but he can’t exactly stop the patriarch of the family as well. He can only watch as their grandfather throws passive-aggressive statements to Eren’s youngest son. It’s unfair. Aran looks away with a faux chuckle, a habit he picked up from their golden child of an older brother. “We love you, too, Cassie.”

“Don’t call me that!” Caspian squawks with warm ears.

Aran snickers, now on the task of making some eierkuchen. “Cassie.”

“‘Ran!”

“What?” The rhetorical question makes the younger boy’s cheeks hot to the touch. “It’s a cute nickname. It’s been a long time since somebody called you that, right?”

“Yeah?! I want it to stay that way.”

“Tough luck, Cassie, because it makes me feel nostalgic so you have to suffer.”

Caspian groans, his bottom lip jutting in a pout. He slumps on the counter stool with his finished tasks. The amount of food on top of the counter island and any free surface of the kitchen erases his sulking mood. He stares at the food his brother made before slowly looking down on his contribution — cut vegetables and beaten eggs for the breakfast omelet. Sometimes, he wonders if his brother’s real gift was super-speed since he had been making that much food every day for the past eleven years. Aran amazes him all the time — fulfilling his role without breaking a sweat — always with a calm countenance and never a stressed one despite the urgency.

“You’re wrong, you know,” Caspian casually states, taking an apple from the fruit basket and mindlessly examining it with half-lidded eyes.

“Hmm?” Aran blinks.

The younger boy glances at his big brother. “Ezra doesn’t love me.” At the confused raise of an eyebrow, Caspian clears his throat. “I told you that I love the family and you told me ‘we love you, too’. Ezra doesn’t fit in the ‘we’ part.”

Aran sighs, almost saying here we go again. “Ezra loves you, Caz. He’s … he just has a different way of showing his love for his family.”

Brown hair bounces off Caspian’s forehead as he scoffs. “Yeah. If constantly bullying me amounts to love, that is. I told you, ‘Ran! He hates me!” He bemoans his woes. More like he exaggerates his aggravation of being in Ezra’s hidden personality. Aran only shakes his head at him, which spurs him to make his point again. “I don’t know what I did to make him look at me like I’m the dirt under his shoes but you can’t deny that he hates me. He’s always making me trip over his vines and flowers! Last week, I could hear him groan when I walked inside the bakery for some light snack!”

Aran laughs. “Cassie, since when did you become Helene?”

“Even without super hearing, I can still hear him. He was literally standing in the same space like me! All I did was greet Niccolo normally like any other day and then Ezra goes around and acts like I ruined his life.”

“All I can say is that you should see it from his perspective. It doesn’t hurt to put yourself in somebody else’s shoes sometimes.”

“As long as those shoes aren’t Ezra’s, I’m perfectly fine with it.”

Aran gives up. It’s the same with Ezra. The more that he tries to make the others see that they can push past their differences, the more they get angry and Aran has to put up with it. He loves his brothers, yes, but the two of them are too stubborn to think outside of their respective worlds. There are times when Aran feels like their brotherly bonds are too strained to mend, that there’s no point in saving it when the two just keep on butting heads like they’re on a schedule. Aran plates the omelet on a huge platter for the family, alongside some bacon and a bowl of salad. “I’m just saying. At the end of the day, we’re still brothers. Fighting will just get us nowhere.”

The plating of their breakfast ends with a spoon clinking against a glass bowl. In an instant, Helene, one of their cousins, appears from the kitchen’s entrance. “I heard that breakfast is ready.”

Caspian jumps an inch in the air. He swiftly turns to the older girl with a hand on his chest. “Stop doing that!”

Helene shrugs with an innocent expression. “I can’t help it.”

“How long have you been listening in?”

The older girl purses her lips. “Enough.” Her answer is clipped, putting a stop to the conversation. She perks up before going inside the kitchen with a swish of her long blonde hair. “Aunt Mikasa and Aunt [Name] are arranging the dining room now. Let me help you with that, Aran.”

“Oh, thanks.” The said boy lets his older cousin handle the pitcher of juice and a pot of coffee. “You can carry the bacon and salad, Caz.”

“Sure.”

The three cousins walk beside the stream of sunlight pouring from the open windows. Now that the sun has officially risen, the town of Paradis wakes up with greetings and bright laughter from every corner.

Every once in a while, Helene flinches in between the two boys, even randomly gasping when all the boys can hear are the chirping of the birds by the trees near their house. It has always been this way with Helene Jaeger, the second oldest of all the cousins. Child of the animal whisperer, she was given the role of communication just like her father, Zeke. The one closest to the animated blonde girl is Caspian's oldest brother but there are still some quirks that Helene absentmindedly exhibits that he can gauge. For example, how she seems to flinch whenever somebody asks her if she catches wind of a private conversation. Another is when she’s buzzing with anticipation when she hears particular whispers that can benefit her curious nature. It’s not a hidden fact that Helene is the source of gossip in their quaint town. Caspian doesn’t even know if that title should be revered. With that aside, the younger boy learns to shut his mouth whenever his cousin is around.

The aurora illuminates the dining room when they arrive.

Their aunt is already within the space, arranging the plates for the respective members of the family. Gifted with a strength that can rival fifty men, Mikasa Ackerman-Kirschtein stands tall with her head regally up high clad in her deep blue dress. Her pixie-cut onyx hair glints against the sunshine and her gunmetal blues lighten up at the sight of the teenagers. Beside her is you, now dressed in a pretty long-sleeved day dress with embroidered flowers, herbs, and butterflies on the material. Your radiance balances Mikasa’s and even without a miracle, you capture the attention of everyone in the room. You follow your sister-in-law’s gaze while placing the utensils in their proper places, a smile automatically pulling on your soft peachy lips.

“Good morning, you three,” you welcome them.

“Morning, Aunt [Name], Aunt Mikasa,” Helene softly replies, placing the pitcher of juice and pot of coffee on the table.

Mikasa smiles. “Good morning.”

Amazed at the spread for this morning, you directly look at your second eldest, “This is amazing, Aran.”

Aran chuckles, coming around the table to give you a side hug. “What can I say? I learned from the best.”

It’s an exchange that happens every morning. It’s anticipated by the people occupying the dining room, their knowing smiles are proof. You always make sure to compliment Aran’s cooking and in return, Aran reminds you that it was you who inspired him to start cooking. It’s a heartwarming display, one that Mikasa wants to preserve as the protector of the family. After Eren left, the black-haired woman took the responsibility of being your pillar. Even before marrying into the family, Mikasa was your best friend since you two were in kindergarten. She followed you around the town after a day of show and tell and you thought it was an opportunity to make friends. You never shied away when she hugged you too tight, even making the effort to squeeze her the hardest you could.

And as Mikasa looks at you from across the table, her heart swells because you’re starting to smile genuinely again. Her love for you isn’t like any other — it's different from what she feels for Jean and way stronger than what she feels for Eren and Armin. If soulmates do exist, she’s sure it’s you for her.

“You have outdone yourself this time, chef,” Jean enters the dining room with Marigold in his arms. “And you made Goldie’s favorite!”

Marigold squeals. “Yey! There’s an omelet!”

“I made sure to put extra cheese in your portion, Goldie,” Aran cooes.

“You’re the best, Aran!”

Caspian snorts from beside Mikasa. “Way to boost his ego, Goldie.”

Marigold squirms in Jean’s arms. When the ash-blond lets her down, she barrels to her favorite cousin’s side, earning a huff from the boy. She can’t reach his waist yet but her hold on his leg is an indication of her affection for her older cousin. Her gunmetal blue irises glint with so much admiration for him that it’s getting hard to not melt on the spot. “I love you the best, Cassie!”

You laugh, making the others chuckle along with you. “It’s been a while since someone called you that, treasure.”

“He’s acting like he doesn’t like it,” Aran teases.

Caspian turns to him with red ears. “I told you I don’t like it!”

“His ears are red,” the older boy stage-whispered to you.

“No, they’re not!”

“You didn’t say it back!”

Caspian looks down on the pouting child. He sighs before ruffling her black hair with a soft smile. “I love you, too, Goldie. You know who you should be saying that to?” Marigold tilts her head, her chubby cheeks begging to be pinched. Caspian glances at the amused black-haired woman beside him, her arms crossed on her chest. He leans down to her level and cups his mouth to whisper in his ear. He makes sure everyone in the dining room hears him, “It should be your mom. She’s standing right there, Goldie.”

“Give mommy a hug, Goldie,” Mikasa states while opening her arms, laughing when her daughter enters her embrace with a giggle. She gives her tickling kisses on her cheeks, nuzzling her nose against her fluffy skin.

“What about me, Mom?” A child who’s the same age as Marigold innocently asks in front of Caspian. He’s the spitting image of his father, who’s shaking his head with a smile. “I need your hugs and kisses, too.” The child reaches for Mikasa, the mischievous glint in his silver eyes never vanishing.

“Will you cut that out, Jack? It’s creepy,” Caspian shivers.

The five-year-old child morphs into a sixteen-year-old blond in a flash.

Jacques Ackerman-Kirschstein is a menace to society. Always ready to prank everyone who passes by, this boy earned the moniker of hellion among the townspeople. As the chameleon of the family, he’s constantly using his gift mainly to babysit the kids and if there’s a need for a second carpenter. What he likes about his miracle though is him having the advantage to fool anyone, having learned how to manipulate his voice for every person he turns into. His parents are exhausted whenever there’s news around the town that features him and his pranks but it’s obvious that they’re also amused by his antics. Like right now, Mikasa only laughs before pulling her oldest son in a hug. Just like how Caspian adores you, Jacques is the same as his mother. If he were to pick between his parents, he’d choose his mom, regardless if he looks a lot like Jean.

“It worked, right? I got my hug from Mom,” Jacques gloats.

Caspian purses his lips to the side. “I don’t think that’s something to be proud of.”

The blond drapes an arm around the younger boy’s shoulders. “It’s worth it.” He then takes a bite on a piece of bacon that he swiped from the table while everyone was talking.

“Hey!” Aran calls for him. “Jack, put that back! Can’t you wait till breakfast?”

“I’m hungry, ‘Ran,” the shapeshifter shrugs.

“That doesn’t mean you should eat before anyone else.”

Jacques then clutches his stomach. “Ugh, I think I have a stomach ache. I definitely need your food, ‘Ran.”

“... I hate you. No seconds for you later.”

The ash-blond boy gasps dramatically, leaning more on Caspian, who’s rolling his eyes at his cousin slash best friend’s spectacle. “How could you?”

“You already ate something, you idiot,” Caspian huffs, shrugging off Jacque’s arm on his shoulder. “You don’t have to hog everything on the table. Leave some for us, pig.”

“I see everyone has gathered here.”

The patriarch of the Jaeger family is an intimidating man despite his amiable smile. He doesn’t tower over everyone like Zeke behind him nor does he glare at people with his dull eyes like Eren did moments before his disappearance. His presence is enough for the grandchildren to straighten themselves, especially Caspian. Grisha Jaeger’s eyes flash behind his glasses, posture firm as if he demands attention from the audience. One could say that he built Paradis from scratch when in reality, the tragedy that befell his previous home made his key necklace glow like a thousand suns. The mountains grew and on a hill overlooking the rest of his people, stood a lone two-story mansion. With everyone he loved gone except for the children that they blessed him, Grisha presented magic to everyone in need.

It’s a story that was told to Caspian before he claimed his door. Grisha talked about how he found love a very long time ago, that’s when Zeke was born. It’s presented to Caspian in a fairy tale. Grisha, young and heartbroken from the evil that took away his first wife, was comforted by a smile that could cure a thousand illnesses. Along came Eren. Then, the family expanded when the Jaegers adopted a girl named Mikasa — there the constellation started shining from the heavens. But when their youngest children turned two, they were forced to flee their home, and the smile that could cure a thousand illnesses was snuffed out.

But in their darkest moments, a miracle was born.

Caspian remembered how immersed he was when his grandfather narrated the tale. He’s a great story-teller, one that showcases how he handles children while still being the town’s doctor. He wonders how it feels being on the receiving end of his proud smile.

Grisha examines the dining room and nods with a smile. “Let’s have breakfast, shall we?”

Everybody follows suit, the scraping of chairs echoing through the room. It just so happened that the person in front of Caspian is the bane of his existence.

Ezra Jaeger was born beautiful and perfect. There’s not much Caspian has to say about him except he’s a proud individual who thinks that he’s above everyone else just because he was given the miracle of nature. With his looks that come from your side of the family, his effeminate features that make people’s jaws drop, Ezra easily bags the title as the Adonis of Paradis — the one who captures the attention of the goddess of beauty yet makes her feel jealous of his aesthetics. He’s known for being a seraph but Caspian sees him as more of a prima donna than a savior. The brunet pities his soon-to-be wife.

He meets his younger brother’s gaze from across the table. Ezra’s face sours, his eyes narrowing at the blank stare Caspian has been giving him. “What?” he mouths.

Caspian merely shakes his head before stuffing his face with eggs. He hears a scoff from Ezra’s direction. “What?” he mouths back.

As an answer, Ezra rolls his eyes like the prissy prince that he is and goes back to calmly eating his breakfast.

The head of the family acknowledges Aran with a warm smile. “You did well, Aran. Thank you for this wondrous breakfast.”

“You’re welcome, grandpa,” Aran replies.

The sound of cutlery on plates envelops the room in a blanket of normalcy. You’re seated beside Caspian, having turned down the offer of being on Grisha’s other side all those years ago, the current position in the table occupied by Helene. Your role in the family is a vague one. When the magical part of the family does their chores around the town, you and Jean spend the entire day cleaning the house. For this day, however, your work lies in supervising where the decorations should be placed, what exact flowers should be painting the house’s walls.

There’s no denying that Grisha loves you for his son, his opinions never change even when you’re alone raising your children. Though he sometimes harbors an awkward air while talking to you, he’s been one of your father figures ever since Mikasa became your best friend. But if there’s one thing that you don’t agree with, it’s the neglect he has for Caspian.

The entire breakfast passes by in a blur and it’s time for Grisha’s reminder of the family’s schedules and chores.

The said man dabs his lips with a napkin. “Mikasa, I heard the bridge was destroyed by the river flood a couple of days ago. That should be your priority today before helping around with the celebration. Jacques, we need another carpenter today and some mothers want to have someone look after their babies while they rest. Zeke, talk with the farmers and inquire them about the newborn cattle. Could you place a good word that we should have them in our pen by the end of the week? Helene, find out about the invitations — how many attendees agreed specifically so that the food preparation is enough for every guest. Aran, my boy, do what you always do. Ezra, our orchid, help your mother with making the town beautiful, alright?”

A chorus of “Yes, Grandpa” and “Yes, Dad” makes the man smile. “Now, then, enjoy the rest of your day and make everyone in the town happy and content. Let’s make this a celebration that Marigold won’t forget.”

While everyone files out of the house, Caspian chases after his grandfather. “Grandpa! Wait!”

Grisha turns around to his panting grandson before he takes one step on the stairs. He freezes for a moment when that similar pair of green eyes look up at him. For a moment, he thought his son came back home. Masking his surprise with a faux smile, Grisha tilts his head. “What is it, Caspian?”

The brunet straightens himself. “What about me?”

“You?”

Caspian nods, his hands clenched by his sides. “What about my chores?”

The silence is palpable until Grisha opens his mouth to say with an apologetic face, “The best way for some of us to help is to step aside. Let the rest of the family do what they do best.”

Caspian Jaeger, the favorite of his mother and the mirror image of his father, has always been the nuisance of the family. Nobody said it out loud but he can see from his grandfather’s eyes that he’s nothing but a disappointment. One of the reasons why Ezra hates him so much is because he’s an embarrassment. That fact he can admit since it’s crystal clear. No matter how hard you or Aran make him see that he’s anything but that, the resounding thought in his mind lingers and pounds until it drills into his skull like a migraine. There’s no point in releasing his frustrations on anyone. Grisha never once treated him like scum, Mikasa and Zeke were always there for him when he needed them, and his cousins made his day brighter than ever. There’s no reason for him to blame everyone that he feels this way. But as he stares back at the reminiscent emerald hues he inherited from the head of the family, he sees it loud and clear:

You’ll ruin the celebration if you touch a single thing in this house.

You’re bad luck.

What if Marigold never gets her gift because you’re trying to help?

And it hurts.

Grisha always wanted the perfect family — a puzzle with pieces that fit with each other and enhances the beauty the full picture brings. Caspian, though, has always been the special case. His efforts of fitting in are futile, the sides of his puzzle piece not fitting with everyone else. Sometimes, he regrets existing. The smiles he donned for the past ten years are just a coping mechanism, something to remind himself he has a purpose even without a miracle.

So, Caspian does what he does best — put on a mask.

The smile on his face is more like a grimace. Caspian nods and that’s all Grisha needs to turn his back and go back to the master bedroom.

“There you are!” Aran appears with a grin. “It’s time to bring the food to the town square. Helene told me there’s someone in need of healing already. Man, can they be more careful—hey, are you okay?” Aran’s mood becomes somber as he trails his eyes over his baby brother’s jovial expression — one that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Are you unwell? Do you need a—?”

“I’m fine,” Caspian cuts off. His tone is awfully chipper and it’s not a good sign.

“Are you su—?”

“Yes!”

Aran follows his little brother’s back with his eyes.

A drawl comes from the other side of the castle’s first floor. “If he wasn’t trying too hard, he wouldn’t be in the way.”

Aran finds himself meeting Ezra’s half-lidded eyes. “You’re not helping, Ez.”

“At least I help the family and the community.”

The younger boy straightens his posture. “Now you’re just being petty and unreasonable.”

Ezra rolls his eyes, pushing himself off one of the pillars, and makes his way towards the front entrance of their house. “I’m telling the truth, ‘Ran. The thing about telling the truth is that it always hurts. Also, stop babying Caspian. It’s starting to become annoying.”

“I’m not babying Caspian, Ezra.” Aran glares. “I am being his big brother — something that you’re failing.”

Aran knows he went too far but as Ezra says, the truth hurts, and even though it’s a slap in the face, one needs it.

After a long minute of silence, Ezra looks at Aran over his shoulder. “If you’re doing it already, then, I don’t see the point in me filling in Father’s shoes.” With that, he goes outside to where you’re talking to Sasha Blouse a few feet away from the entrance, and ends the conversation, leaving behind a trail of pollen and herbal scents in his heels. Aran watches him lose the scowl and greets Sasha with a practiced bow, to which the woman giggles at, complimenting the young man on how polite and gentlemanly he is. Aran nearly scoffs. Instead, he settles for rolling his eyes.

“I’m ready.” Almost as if he’s listening in the exchange, Caspian materializes beside Aran. “Let’s give these to the townspeople now, my arms are starting to hurt.”

Aran lightly laughs, wrapping an arm around his brother’s shoulders and ruffling his unruly brown hair. “Aren’t you the cutest little helper?”

Caspian groans. “Stop coddling me.”

Aran wistfully smiles. “Never.”

#rorywrites #encanto au #aot x reader #eren jaeger x y/n #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager fluff #eren angst #eren fluff #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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D&D AU - Elf Kid Adventures

Hhhh I wanted to post this a couple days ago but work was busy af this week and I didn’t have the time nor energy to finish it up until today. But here it is. Some upbeat cheerful cute stuff to go with the good mood many of us are in tonight. Have some adorable smol content in my D&D AU (where, for context, the McGuckets are elves and Stan is half-orc and half-elf), discover what Stan is short for in this AU, and join Stan as he realizes that he might be crushing on a member of his party. (Hint: Stan isn’t short for Stanley.)

Enjoy.

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The sudden burst of light that had accompanied the defeat of the necromancer faded. Stan rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the afterimages.

My hands feel…softer than usual. He opened his eyes to look at his hands. His jaw dropped. Shit. Before Lute or Angie could see him, Stan hurriedly ducked behind a nearby boulder and looked himself over. What’s the damage here? One thing was for sure. He was a lot smaller and skinnier than he had been a moment ago. Dread built in his gut.

A lock of red hair fell in front of his eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. Spotting a puddle of water, Stan rushed over. “Gods, no!” The boy staring back at him wasn’t the rugged orcish man of mere minutes ago. “No,” Stan whined. His reflection was skinny and gap-toothed, with wide golden eyes and freckles of the same color spilling across his cheeks. Rambunctious red curls framed his cherubic face.

Stan continued to stare, distressed, at his reflection. As an adult, there were only three things to suggest one of his parents was an elf: his pale skin, his golden eyes, and his long, pointed ears. Normally, said ears were hidden by his hair, but now, they stuck out of his fiery locks. No matter how hard he looked, Stan couldn’t find a single remnant of his orcish heritage, not even his pride and joy – his tusks.

I’m probably around twelve, then. They started growing in when I was thirteen. Stan carefully probed around his mouth with his tongue, confirming that his tusks hadn’t come in. I forgot just how much I used to look like Mom. If Stan didn’t know any better, he’d say the boy staring at him was a full elf. Angie and Lute could probably tell, though. Since they’re actually full elves.

“Stan?”

Speaking of… Stan closed his eyes.

“Yeah?” he called back.

“Are ya okay?” The voice was higher than usual, but sounded like it was probably Angie.

“I’m fine. I’m just gonna stay here.”

“We have to regroup and figure out our next move,” Angie said, being annoyingly logical. Stan groaned.

“Fine, but don’t say anything, okay?” He took a deep breath, then emerged from behind the boulder. The second Angie and Lute laid eyes on him, their mouths dropped open in shock.

“Yer a ginger,” Lute said flatly. At least, Stan thought the boy who looked the equivalent of a six-year-old human was Lute. The mop of dark hair covering his eyes made it a bit difficult to know for sure. “Do ya dye yer hair or somethin’?”

“No, it got darker when I got older. I look more like my Pops now, but I used to look like my Mom.”

“I’ll say,” remarked the girl that was presumably Angie. She walked over and looked Stan up and down. “You look full sun elf.” Stan’s heart did a strange backflip.

“…Really?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“So, what exactly happened?” Stan asked, eager to change the topic away from his appearance. Angie sighed.

“I don’t rightly know. I took down the necromancer, reversin’ him stealin’ our life force. But I ain’t sure why it had this effect.”

“You don’t know why we wound up twelve, and Lute wound up six, then?” Stan asked. Lute turned red.

“I’m still technically older ‘n ya,” Lute protested, marching over. Angie put a hand on top of her brother’s head, quieting him.

“Yes, Stan, we are both the equivalent of twelve-year-old humans, while Lute has become the equivalent of…” Angie looked down at Lute. “Honestly, a bit younger than ya first guessed. Five years old, I think.” Lute’s jaw dropped. Stan snickered. “Lute was closer to the necromancer than we were. Maybe that was an influence?”

“Whatever happened, I’m just glad our clothes shrunk with us,” Lute muttered. He rubbed his eyes. “Oof, I’m tired.”

“You can ride on Daisy while we travel,” Angie suggested. She whistled, and her wolf marched over. “She’s big enough to support ya.”

“Sounds great,” Stan interjected. “But where are we traveling to?” Angie and Lute looked at each other.

“Ma ‘n Pa?” Lute suggested. Angie nodded slowly.

“I think they’re our best bet. They have centuries of experience in multiple fields of magic, after all.” Angie smiled. Stan’s heart did another backflip. “And we didn’t head too far from ‘em when we set up our station. So’s it won’t take too long to get there. If we don’t run into any problems, we should get there ‘fore nightfall.” Stan scoffed.

“We’re gonna run into problems. We’re fucking kids!” he said dismissively. Lute nodded.

“Fer once, I agree with Stan.”

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Lute snored softly from his perch atop Daisy. Angie looked ready to pass out as well. Stan didn’t feel much more awake himself. He dragged his feet down the path supposedly leading to the elf settlement near the McGucket farmstead.

So much for getting there before nightfall. If that hag hadn’t slowed us down… Stan yawned. During their trip to the settlement, they had stumbled across an old lady who promised to help them. Lute, younger and tired, had convinced Stan they could trust the woman. But they soon found out they couldn’t, and after an exhausting fight, they’d barely managed to escape.

“The sun’s startin’ to rise,” Angie mumbled. She rubbed her eyes. Sure enough, the forest around them was beginning to lighten as the sun peeked over the horizon. “We stayed up the whole night.”

“‘We’?” Stan scoffed. “You guys fell asleep at that lady’s house. I’m the only who hasn’t had a second of shuteye.” Suddenly, a man melted out of the woods. Stan took an instinctive step back.

“Children, what business do you have here?” the man asked in crisp Elvish. Angie stepped forward.

“Lenny-” she started. The man’s eyes widened. He walked over to Angie and crouched down. Much like Lute and Angie, he had copper skin. His dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, revealing his long, pointed ears.

“Banjoleanna McGucket?” Lenny asked, aghast. Angie nodded. “You look less than a century old!”

“Lute’s less than half of one,” Angie said, nodding at Lute sleeping on Daisy. Lenny looked over at Daisy. His eyes widened even further. In the dim light, they faintly glowed green. “We were cursed. All three of us.”

“Three?” Lenny’s gaze fell on Stan, who was still eyeing the strange wood elf warily. “Ah. I assume yer not s’pposed to be a child, either?” He had the same accent Angie and Lute did.

Must be a local thing. Stan nodded.

“I’d certainly hope so. No proper parent would let their young son wander the woods at night.” Lenny walked over to Stan and tilted his chin to look more closely at him. Stan allowed it to happen.

I’m too tired to bother protesting. Lenny raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm. We don’t often see sun elf nobility around here.”

“What do you-” Stan started.

“I’ve spent time with our mannered cousins. I know noble sun eyes when I see ‘em. What’s yer name?”

“Stanaximus,” Stan mumbled, giving his full, elvish name. Lenny picked Lute up off Daisy. Lute continued to sleep.

“Stanaximus, Banjoleanna, follow me to a place where you can rest. While ya sleep, I’ll contact the McGuckets.” Lenny walked away. Stan and Angie quickly followed. Angie nudged Stan.

“What?” Stan hissed.

“Why didn’t ya say you were half-orc?” she whispered.

“I don’t look like it. By the way, what kind of name is ‘Lenny’ for an elf?”

“It’s short fer Leandreas.” Angie frowned at Stan. “Yer really goin’ to keep yer orc parentage under wraps?”

“Yeah. At least, until we’re not surrounded by elves.”

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Stan’s eyes slowly drifted open. He wasn’t in the same room he’d fallen asleep in. Panicked, he sat bolt upright. He, Angie, and Lute had fallen asleep at the guardhouse Lenny brought them to. Now, though, he was in what was clearly a bedroom.

“Oh, perfect timing!” a voice chirped. Stan looked at the entryway to the room. A wood elf man stood there, beaming at Stan.

Judging by his nose and that he looks just like Lute, this must be Mr. McGucket. Stan swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Stanaximus, right?” Mr. McGucket asked.

“I, uh, I go by Stan.”

“Stan. Got it.” Mr. McGucket walked over and handed Stan a pile of folded clothing. “Go ahead and get changed, then meet us downstairs in the kitchen. The missus and I would like to look ya over so’s we can get started on reversin’ that curse.”

“Okay,” Stan mumbled. Mr. McGucket smiled at Stan again, then left, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes later, Stan traipsed downstairs. He was immediately greeted by the scent of something sweet baking. His stomach growled loudly.

When was the last time I ate? He followed the delicious smells to a cozy-looking kitchen. Angie sat at a table with her father and an elf woman she greatly resembled. That must be her mom. Lute was nowhere to be seen. At the sound of his footsteps, the McGucket parents looked up.

“Stan, come over here ‘n pop a squat,” Mr. McGucket said cheerfully. Stan hesitantly walked over to the table and took a seat next to Angie. Busy reading a book on curses, Angie didn’t look up. Mrs. McGucket looked at him with a studious gaze. “Well, Sally?”

“I’d say Lenny’s assessment was accurate,” Mrs. McGucket said. She lacked the accent of her husband and children, instead speaking Elvish in a manner that was similar to how Stan’s mom spoke it. “Young man, you look an awful lot like the sun elf nobility I spent a lot of time around before eloping with Mearl.”

“…You spent time with sun elf nobility?” Stan asked. Mrs. McGucket nodded. Before Stan could ask a follow-up question, his stomach rumbled again. Mr. McGucket’s hazel eyes twinkled.

“I’ll get ya somethin’ to eat, son,” Mr. McGucket said, getting up from his chair. “After you’ve gotten some food in yer belly, we can examine ya to get an idea of what kind of curse we’re dealin’ with.” Stan nodded. Mrs. McGucket raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a bit lacking in manners, Stanaximus,” she commented. “I’d expect someone of your station to know that you’re supposed to thank someone for a favor.”

“Oh, uh, I-” Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

Great, I’m already fucking up pretending to be full elf.

“Angie, were you and Lute poor influences on this young man?” Mrs. McGucket asked her daughter. Angie looked up from the book she was reading.

“What? No!”

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Ma!” Angie whined. Mr. McGucket placed a plate in front of Stan. Stan immediately recognized the food he’d been given. It was a bread made of polenta and honey, and a rare treat that his mom would make on special occasions. It had even been served the same way he remembered from his childhood, sliced and slathered with butter.

“Honey loaf,” Stan said quietly. Mrs. McGucket beamed.

“I thought you might enjoy a taste of home. Sun elf recipes can be difficult sometimes, but this is one that’s worth the hassle.”

“…Thank you,” Stan said. Mrs. McGucket’s smile broadened.

“Of course, hon.”

As Stan ate the honey loaf, he glanced at Angie next to him. She was still engrossed in her book, her silver eyes darting back and forth. The sunlight caught her hair, making its already golden hue look near metallic. Her green freckles were more numerous than they had been as an adult; he could see them trailing past the ends of her short sleeves, down her forearms. Eventually, Angie looked at him. Stan’s heart did a weird flip.

“Is there somethin’ wrong?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“Yer starin’ at me,” Angie pointed out.

“Oh, I was just, um, you- you have more freckles,” Stan said weakly. He could feel his cheeks burning, but wasn’t sure why. Angie rolled her eyes.

“So do you. By which I mean that you actually have freckles. Ya didn’t before.” Angie’s eyes lit up. She closed her book. “Oh! By the by, I mentioned that ya never got any lessons on magic as a kid, and my ma offered to help ya out!”

“I mean, the reason I never got lessons was ‘cause I’m no good at it,” Stan mumbled. Angie huffed.

“It could easily be the other way,” she said, punching his shoulder playfully. Stan grinned despite himself, his cheeks continuing to burn. He looked back at the McGucket parents. They were exchanging a knowing look.

What are they so smug about? Stan opened his mouth to ask why they were smirking, only for Mrs. McGucket to speak before he could.

“You know, Angie, you being a kidlet again, it reminds me of when you were this age before,” Mrs. McGucket said, stroking Angie’s hair. “When Max courted you, it was when you were in your sixties, right?”

“Yeah,” Angie confirmed. Stan’s heart began to race.

“Such a sweet boy.”

“Angie, you have a suitor?” Stan blurted out. Angie frowned at him.

“I was courted when I was in my sixties and clearly ain’t married now. What do you think?” she asked.

“Fine, I just- why didn’t you say anything about it?” Stan stammered.

“Because it was decades ago. Why are ya so upset about it?”

“I’m not upset,” Stan said. He looked to the McGucket parents for support. The knowing look was back. “I’m just-” Stan stopped his sentence abruptly, the blood draining from his face.

Heart jumping around, blushing, jealousy? Stan wiped his suddenly damp hands on his borrowed pants. Sweaty palms? Shit. Stupid kid body, stupid kid hormones!

“Just what?” Angie prompted.

“…Never mind,” Stan mumbled.

No, you don’t have a crush on Angie. You don’t! You-

“Yer such an oddball,” Angie said, chuckling. Her laughter sounded like bells. Butterflies fluttered in Stan’s stomach.

…You do. With a cheeky smile, Mr. McGucket took the empty plate from Stan. And her parents know.

“Stanaximus, have you ever courted before?” Mrs. McGucket asked idly. Stan swallowed.

This won’t end well.

#do I have further thoughts on what I could write for this scenario? yes #will I be able to write them up and post them as quickly as usual? hell no #it makes me a bit disappointed but work comes first :/#DnD AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #Pa McGucket #Ma McGucket #McGucket Family #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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feuilleszuyu · 5 years

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Letter Stranger | Lee Felix

ok so, it was exams season, and oh boy were you stressed

like you can’t remember the last night you ACTUALLY got the amount of sleep you need for your developing body instead of just living on caffeine

but!!! you needed to focus!!! and study as hard as you could!!!!

SO, as any normal human being, you decide to go to the only place in school where you wouldn’t be bothered by any of your crackhead friends

also known as: the school library

ok look, it’s not like your friends didn’t like reading, they did!!! you were pretty sure seungmin and felix were even a part of the literature club!!!

but quiet places......... they really aren’t for them :///

read as: they weren’t allowed in the library anymore because of how loud they were last time

and there you were, minding your own business, trying to book a library table,,,

UNTIL

YOU SEE THIS BOX WITH A SMALL PAMPHLET RIGHT ON TOP OF IT

little curious y/n couldn’t help but take a look ok ://////

as it seems, the literature club was trying to recruit more members and to show people how fun writing was they decided to make a small thing for the students!!

it basically consisted of you putting your name into the box or giving the letter to a literature club member and then, in the next morning, the club would have selected someone who also entered to be your pen pal! They’d either deliver your letter to someone, or deliver you someone’s letter

and !!!!!! it seemed so fun :((( and something so different :(((( and you couldn’t just let it slide ya know!!!!

plus, your friends are in the literature club so it’d help them in some way right?? and the stress was KILLING you, you really needed something else to focus on :///

you take a small piece of paper and write your name down on it since you didn’t have time to write a whole letter and didn’t really feel like talking to people, and went back to your studying!!

Next morning you were greeted with a smiley felix at the front of your first class’ door!

“Good morning Felix! I believe you have something for me, right?” you greeted, already looking for the letter the boy held in his hands

“Ah, yes! I’m so happy that you entered!! I didn’t think anyone would actually do it, and if so I’d have to be the one trying to convince everyone that it’d be fun”

you loved Felix

even if he wasn’t your closest friend (since you didn’t talk much with each other), you’d still trust that boy with your life!

you met when you were small kids and you also shared a friend group, and you knew well that he had the purest heart of all humanity!!!

but he wasn’t really,,,,,,,, a book person ya know

tbh, you’d bet that he was only a part of the literature club in the first place because he was obligated to and he thought he finally had an excuse to read comics at school :///

but seeing him so excited over the fact that someone actually entered!!!! made you believe that he was finally invested in anything other than mastering all fortnite dances

so you take your letter and enter the class where you read it as you sat down

“Hello stranger! It’s my first time writing a letter so I’m not sure what I should do...... should I say who I am? probably not :/// it’d take away the suspense effect haha. Um should I ask about you.....? I think I will anyways! What grade are you in? Maybe we share some classes! That’d be crazy....... anyways, I think this is enough for a first letter, I’ll look forward to your response!”

Ok this person seemed actually nice aw ;(

but who the hell uses faces on a letter

When you finished your classes for the day you went right to the library to study, so you took the opportunity to write your response!!! you couldn’t leave letter stranger on read, could you?

“Hi stranger! It’s very nice to meet you, even if we aren’t really meeting since you don’t want to tell me who you are >:( I turned a freshman this year! and I must say I didn’t except it to be this stressful haha, but it be like that sometimes. I guess it’s my turn to ask a question? Um, since you want your identity to remain secretive for the sake of the suspense effect, I’ll ask you maybe........ what clubs are you in? If you are in one of course! If not, you can just tell me your favorite classes or some of your interests! Anyways I need to study now! Exams have been killing me lately..... I’ll wait for your reply!!”

yeah it was enough

I mean, it wasn’t like letter stranger had written you a fancy letter or anything but you wanted to make a good impression ok >:(

You went to the place where the box where you had put your name previously was, but this time you give the letter to a literature club member so they’d know who to deliver it to!

ngl the next day you were kinda sad because since it was the day your letter got delivered you didn’t get anything :((

you started talking to letter stranger everyday and it was very nice tbh

it became a daily thing y’know!!

every other morning Felix would deliver you a letter from him and then you’d go to the library when the classes were over and write yours!

he told you a lot about him in the middle of those the fact that it was a him and so did you! and you two have become closer over the times

still you somehow??? always felt????? like you knew him?????? the way he writes was very familiar but it easily just be you overthinking it to find out who it was :///

regardless of who he was, you were certain of one thing: he was the SWEETEST GUY IN THE WOLRD OMG :’((((

he like??? genuinely cared about you

he’d always ask about what had happened recently and he somehow always noticed when something was wrong just by your writing??? that’s some soulmate energy right there my dude

but!!!!! life can’t really let you enjoy things can it :((((

because the literature club thing was almost over which meant those would be some of your last letters with him and it made you so sad :(((

BUT THEN IT HIT YOU

you enjoy talking to him, and he seems to enjoy talking to you so......... why did it have to end?? you brang up you guys meeting sometimes during your letters which you had all in a box in your room uWu so you decide to do it!!!

but it kinda made you sad still :////

because yeah you’d find out who he actually was!!! and you guys could hang out in school and stuff!!!! but :((((( it would take away the whole ~ m y s t e r y ~ thing and besides saying multiple times in your letters that it was frustrating spending so many hours trying to find out who it was, you still loved playing detective!

anyways

you decide to meet after classes in the library for obvious reasons

so there you were, waiting, doing your thing ya know

“Y/N!”

“Felix!” you say as you see your friend approach you

“Are you here for studying? Exams season is over”

“Not this time! I’m actually waiting for someone!” a wide smile was already creeping your face, just thinking you’d meet the guy you’ve been talking to for months

“Ah, by your smile, I’m guessing it’s someone important?”

“is it very obvious?”

“Hmmm could it be.... perhaps..... letter stranger?” a smile grows once again, but this time on felix’s face

“Yes! I’m finally meetin— wait a second, “letter stranger”? how did you know I called him that? I don’t remember mentioning it”

felix looks down, hoping that the blush on his cheeks wouldn’t be as noticeable that way

“I may or may not be..... the letter stranger?”

“LEE FELIX OMG YOU ARE THE PERSON I’VE BEEN TRADING LETTERS WITH OMG WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!!!!!!!”

“I-I’m sorry! I was...... shy?”

“FELIX WE’VE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE FOREVER WHY WOULD YOU BE SHY??? I K N E W HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY KNEW THAT THE WAY YOU WRITE WAS FAMILIAR I’M SUCH A GREAT DETECTIVE!!! SHERLOCK HOLMES I’M COMING FOR YOU!!”

“hEY LOOK HERE I’M THE ULTIMATE SPY OK I FOOLED YOU FOR MONTHS!”

“LET ME BE HAPPY FOR ONCE FELIX FUCKS SAKE!”

you two bursted into laughing as you left the library before you became part of the librarian’s “not allowed” list

you decided to go get some tea to calm you guys down

mostly you tho

and as you were sipping on your tea you decide to ask the question that wouldn’t shut up in your brain

“Ok Felix, this is very nice and all but.... why did you do all of this? I mean, it was cool but we’re literally childhood friends????”

“do you promise to not judge me? or stop being my friend after this?”

“How could I stop being friends with you dude? And you know damn well I’d never judge you >:( Just tell me!”

Felix clears his throat before he started to speak again

“So..... um..... you know this already but.... I’m very shy and stuff...... and I started to become more and more awkward around you over the years...... I started to worry more about what you would think..... and overall you would be on my mind all day everyday...... but I couldn’t really get myself to talk to you as much as I wanted to so when I saw that you had joined the whole letter thing I just thought it’d be the perfect opportunity!”

“Awww Felix :((( why would you be awkward around me?”

“Because.......... I might........ MAYBE....... have a........ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ”

what

just

what

excuse me?

excusez moi?

JUST????? WHAT??????

Lee Felix

your childhood friend Lee Felix

the guy you’ve been sending letters to Lee Felix

the sweetest, nicest, most precious guy in the world Lee Felix

had a crush????? on you??????

you were sH00K

“I-I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable!! That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you earlier..... it’d make things weird and stuff......”

“No!!!! Not at all!!! I actually might..... ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ”

“Wait like seriously? not lying? not joking? not only trying to make me feel better?”

“Yes! For real! All honesty!”

“ Does that mean that we’re like..... dating?”

“I mean......... if you want to of course it’s cool with me”

“Of course I want to omg y/n I love you sm don’t even say that twice >:(“

“what about kissing me then, idiot >:(”

“HHHH if you say it like that I G U E S S I’m obligated to shower you with kisses and love and affection >:(“

“ok too cheesy, it’s enough”

“Y/N HHHHHH LET ME BE CHEESY FOR THE SAKE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP”

#stray kids #felix #lee felix #stray kids imagine #Felix imagine #Felix scenario #stray kids scenario #stray kids reaction #skz

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lawisnotmocked · 5 years

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BBC Les Mis Episode 1

As promised (a few days ago ^^’) my review/analysis/thoughts on the first episode of the new bbc miniseries!

Warning for spoilers ahead! And it got really long so uh! Warning for that too!

Oh my god it’s 2000 words that's longer than some of the essays I submitted for uni good luck lads :,3

I’m just going to start with a few quick thoughts!

Antagonists like Tholomeys, Thenardier and Gillenormand are all awful scumbags and perfect to hate! So great job there!

Less of a great job with the font! Which was frankly an awful choice! Who's idea was that!

The transitions were a little weird too. Switching straight from beautiful scenery and kissing scenes to Toulon threw me off a little ^^’

Tholomeys sure did piss on a tree though huh :,) somehow that was vitally important and needed screen time :,) Didn’t need to see a nude Felix either :,)

I would die for Georges and little Marius Pontmercy though. Georges.... is handsome.... and baby Marius is so precious omg! ‘Scoundwel’! I die!

Fantine was so sweet and precious it broke my heart :,)

The scenery was beautiful too!

Oh and there were lots of animals featured too and I will talk about some of them later but I loved all of them especially the goats!

Just look at these little stars :,)

Right! Now all of that’s out of the way I’ll talk about what you were probably actually interested in if you follow me: Valjean and Javert!

I love Oyelowo’s Javert. He’s an incredible actor and he clearly understands Javert’s character and motivations. Plus..... hhhh sexy voice...... handsome.....

West is also a great actor and plays Valjean brilliantly, however there’s a few things Davies has done to Valjean’s character that I’m not too pleased with :/ But! I’ll talk about that next!

This is.... also definitely a valvert adaptation. If they keep up like this it might be even more of a valvert adaptation than 1978!

I’m going to talk about specific scenes now! And the first one I’m going to address is one that takes place in Toulon early on and has already been discussed a lot!

So. Does Valjean try to kill someone??

I mean. What happens is an intentional action. He sees a guard telling off another prisoner, waits until the guard stands underneath him and then keeps checking on him to make sure he’s still there before he drops a fuckton of rocks on top of him. Was the intention actually murder? Maybe?? He smiles afterwards but he also smiles knowing that the guy isn’t dead and is only injured? So I’m not sure ^^’ He goes down to help lift the rock off the guard afterwards, but it seems more like at this point there’s some sort of threatening/showing off directed towards Javert, who was watching the whole thing, in a ‘look what I can do you think you have the power here but I can hurt people too and the decision to save this man was in my hands’. Anyway I kind of like that? And kind of really hate it because it’s really out of character. As a nonverbal exchange between prisoner and guard, I love it. As Jean Valjean purposefully perhaps trying to kill someone, I hate it. Because that’s not Valjean. Angry Toulon Valjean is sulky and hateful, not violent. So anyway that’s my Hot Take on that scene!

So the next Toulon scene I took notes on is also a valvert scene! Javert has a guard take Valjean to what seems to be some sort of torture room and has him restrained (sounds like a fanfic opening I know I promise this happens) then the guard leaves them alone together. This scene seems to be Javert ‘correcting’ the power balance after what Valjean did earlier and it has so much potential to be an incredible scene! If the dialogue wasn’t so clunky! Javert’s entire backstory is just dumped into the interaction and all it leads up to is a joke. Hey Davies there’s this thing called buildup and using this incredibly important information about Javert’s character for something dramatic! Come on! Flashbacks! Shouting! Using it to suddenly make everything make sense! Not casually having him say it in the first episode it doesn’t mean anything to anyone at that point! Please watch Shoujo Cosette and take some inspiration from them! Even the musical drops the information at a Dramatic Moment! Wasted opportunity! Dsfsfsf anyway ^^’ despite the limitations of the script Oyelowo did incredibly with it and I’m so excited to see more of his Javert!

Oh yeah and Valjean strips in front of Javert did I mention that? (I mean. I’m not complaining about the Valjean butt 👀 and muscular shoulders 👀👀) Did I also mention that there’s implied interest from Javert? I’m actually... not liking this because I don’t trust Davies.... like, Toulon era is the least healthy way to do valvert which is fine in fandom where we understand that and do it anyway with that understanding, but in a real adaptation? Where that understanding isn’t established and it’s real popular representation and Javert is implied to be a predatory gay man? I don’t like that too much. But we’ll see it’s only the first episode maybe it’ll get better as we go along. Still not complaining about the Valjean butt uwu Also! “Monsieur 24601”! So there is some good dialogue after all! Just do that with the other scenes!

Dsfsfsf just found “Was Valjean putting his head under a water fountain entirely necessary? No. Did I appreciate it anyway? Absolutely.” in my notes without any context too lol

Uhhhh Myriel scenes! Myriel is perfect and I adore him Valjean is still too aggressive it doesn’t feel like him :/ The scene when Myriel gives Valjean the candlesticks was too creepy too I didn’t like that what’s with the creepy music Davies it’s a nice good scene :,3

Petit Gervais sings! No singing allowed! Illegal!

Didn’t like what Davies did to the petit Gervais scene though!! Valjean intentionally stole the coin knowing what he was doing. It was supposed to be unintentional and unconscious that’s what makes it emotional and that’s what breaks him goddamn it! Of course I was very happy to have Petit Gervais included but I still feel like this scene had so much potential that was almost reached but just wasn’t quite!

But. It’s only the first episode. I still have hope that Valjean’s characterisation might improve later on! Please for the love of god let’s not have a repeat of 1998!

So far I would say the miniseries is enjoyable enough and definitely still worth watching! No les mis adaptation is perfect and this certainly isn’t a bad one as of the first episode!

So now you’ve read the part you actually wanted to read it’s time for me to talk about (potentially unintended) animal symbolism >:3 Look I had the decency to put it at the bottom at least! Could I have made it a separate post? Yes. But I didn’t die mad about it.

Hugo’s animal symbolism in the Brick is clearly something Davies has picked up on and decided to incorporate aspects of into his own adaptation. I don’t know how far or deep he intends to go with the symbolism but from the beginning there’s a fair bit of animal imagery in speech, mostly in relation to Valjean, but it’s also once used with Tholomeys when Favourite says “he looks as if he wants to eat you Fantine!” Hugo used imagery of predators (and of eating people :,3) to indicate individuals as dangerous so this is very fitting with that line of symbolism. But Sirius! You say, a comment like that doesn’t automatically mean intentional animal symbolism! Not on its own no, but alongside everything else it looks more likely that it’s intentional!

As I mentioned, the majority of animal imagery in speech in this episode is in relation to Valjean. The first example is when a guard calls a prisoner a ‘filthy dog’ in one of the Toulon scenes. The prisoner isn’t Valjean but Valjean is watching. The next example is also in reference to dogs when Valjean asks Myriel “how can I love my fellow man when he treats me worse than a dog?” I’m pretty sure this is a reference to the line “I am not even a dog!” from the Brick which I got very excited about! As a brief summary of the symbolism of dogs in les mis, Javert is a dog. He’s a social outcast like Valjean but he chooses to protect society as a policeman, making him a domestic dog and not a wild beast. Valjean is ‘not even a dog’ and ‘treated worse than a dog’ because even though they’re both social outcasts, Javert’s position gives him some sort of status, while Valjean is left with a yellow passport and nowhere to sleep. The final reference to dogs is... actually not the final reference and comes before Valjean talks to Myriel but I’m talking about this out of order lol.

Valjean goes into a building looking for somewhere to sleep and instead finds a dog who barks at him and chases him off. This is a reference to one of my favourite scenes in the Brick which includes this quote: “I went into a dog’s kennel; the dog bit me and chased me off, as though he had been a man. One would have said that he knew who I was.” Javert is a dog. This scene is foreshadowing for the relationship Javert has with Madeline in M-sur-M. I really hope Davies takes the symbolism this deep by giving us a scene in the future that links Javert with dogs in this series! He probably won’t ^^’ But I’ll still be looking out for it!

Here’s a post with links to more analysis I’ve done on dogs in the brick if anyone was interested!

Moving on to the other animal symbolism used with Valjean! Yeah that’s right I’m still not done! After Valjean takes off with Myriel’s silver, Madame Magloire calls Valjean an “ungrateful beast” and then tells her brother off for “letting a wild beast like that into your house”. There is, of course, also the scene when Valjean (to quote my notes) ‘roars like a beastie’ before running away after Myriel gives him the candlesticks. The symbolism of ‘wild beast’ is also something used by Hugo in the Brick and the meaning of that symbolism is described surprisingly unsubtly: “the peculiarity of pains of this nature, in which that which is pitiless–that is to say, that which is brutalizing–predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by a sort of stupid transfiguration, into a wild beast; sometimes into a ferocious beast.”

That’s all I have to say about Valjean but!! I’m still not gonna shut up!! Because now I’m gonna talk about Cosette!!

In her room, Fantine has a bird in a cage.

Look it even gets a shot to itself!

This bird is also shown at the end of the episode when Fantine is holding Cosette.

There they are! This file is saved as birbsette on my laptop lol.

Anyway, I’m fairly certain that this is a reference to Cosette’s Hugo Assigned Symbolic Animal being a songbird, specifically a lark. Of course it could be that the bird in a cage is actually associated with Fantine but we’ll have to wait until future episodes to see if the use of birds is continued and who they’re linked to if it is!

So! In summary! Davies has actually set up the basis for a lot of animal symbolism in the first episode and I’m very excited to see how far he decides to take in in further episodes! And we also learnt that Sirius has a hyperfixation! Thanks for getting this far folks and as always feel free to add anything on to or correct any mistakes in my ramblings!

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hi nihon - 5/29/2017

i actually came to japan 2 days ago but i was too tired and busy and whatever so i didn’t make this blog until now lol. here’s the first post yay

but i thought it would be a good idea to try and keep track of everything happening because 1) it’ll be good to look back at later and 2) everything is happening so fast i don’t even remember what i ate for dinner an hour ago

anyways, i left home on the 27th. to be honest i felt absolutely awful the nights before leaving due to personal stuff and just stress+anxiety about leaving home so quickly (i only came home for 10 days after finals ended) and i cried so much but after i landed in tokyo everything changed. after landing and walking through the long (long) walkways towards customs and the arrival lounge i started getting so emotional; i was totally having a “wtf i can’t believe this is happening but i also can 100% believe it” moment

i was so so happy to see Keiko ;-; she got to Haneda earlier than me and ended going to Shinagawa station before i landed to study it without me and i felt so bad omg but she seemed so happy to help out. we rode a bus from the airport to our hotel and it was so surreal seeing tokyo out the window while driving through the city. i was also so happy i could speak (kind of) well with Keiko and she even said my Japanese is really good ;-; even though it’s not lol

our hotel was SO NICE it was scary. it was the shibuya excel tokyu hotel and it was so close to shibuya scramble..the view was so nice. keiko ended up treating me so much and giving me so much stuff (she gave me a flashlight, shopping bag, handkerchiefs, and more right after getting to the hotel lol)...i felt so bad all the time jhhfd

on my arrival day we ended up going to the Sakura House offices in Shinjuku to get my paperwork signed and keys ready. she gave my my own suica card (ith my name on it and 10000 yen on it wtf) so we used that to ride to shibuya. we tried using google maps but we got....so lost and ended up walking around in circles for 30 minutes lol but we finally found the office after a while. the staff was nice, and we were able to figure out everything fine. they gave us matcha tea and country marm and keiko ate all of her portion lol. we made it back to the station in one piece and then went back to shibuya station, where we went to one of the department store food areas there and ate in a cute cafe place. i had a maguro+salmon+avocado don chirashizushi (it was like salad and poke on top of rice basically) and it was sooo good. there was tako in it but the rest was so good. then we wnt back to the hotel and rested and i totally passed out in 5 minutes

sunday we got up and had breakfast at the hotel and it was amazing. the breakfast places (either youshoku buffet or washoku) were on the 25th floor, so the view was amazing. we had the western style breakfast and there was so much food i was dying...the scrambled eggs were the best i’ve ever had lmao. tbh i can’t remember that well the order of things that happened that day (since we went everywhere and used the train so much) but first i think we went to my apartment in harajuku. we took the yamanote line one stop over and walked down takeshita doori (too many tourists) and away a little bit to Sakura House Harajuku B. it was nice, pretty much like a regular japanese house with 5 rooms shoved into it and only 2 bathrooms and a small kitchen. there are 2(?) men here and it’s kind of gross and dirty but what else can i expect from them

anyways after that i think we went to see how i could walk to my company (TELL) near Omotesando. the walk was really nice; i was so intimidating by all the good looking people in harajuku and the high end shops in omotesando (lmao) but it was really nice even in the hot weather. on the way back we stopped at matsumoto kiyoshi and keiko bought me so much stuff (shampoo, conditioner, sun screen, wet tissues, etc) and i felt bad but she insisted it was okay ;-;

i think after that we tried to look for slippers after dropping that stuff off in my room. we went to the shibuya area again and looked around alot (at loft, tokyu hands, etc.) for slippers and a pass case for me. keiko said she promised herself she wouldnt buy anything for herself on this trip because she was treating me and this was her “welcome to japan” present ;-; we also went to look for a slip to wear under my one piece dress at like three different department stores when we finally found a cheap one near the station. for a late lunch/snack we had cream anmitsu (with soft cream) in a station department store cafe (a famous Japanese sweets chain i think) and it was sooo good.

after looking around more and wandering around we had lunch at another place near the station. it was a famous kansai soba/udon place i think; both keiko and i had a udon bowl (i forgot the name) but it had shiitake, mochi, anago, carrots, etc and it was really good actually. we headed back to the room after that and rested. itte Q came on TV and we laughed a lot. it was really nice.

the next morning (this morning) we ate again at the hotel restaurant, then checked out around 10:00 with our luggage and rode the yamanote to harajuku were we pushed our suitcases down a very busy takeshita doori in 80 degree weather (fml) but it was okay. keiko helped so much i felt so bad...we got the stuff to my room (somehow) and after resting we headed out to go to haneda. keiko wanted to teach me how to go/come back from haneda for after she leaves and when i go to pick up Olivia, so we went to Shinagawa eki then Haneda to drop off her suitcase in a locker. then we went to Tokyo eki (since Olivia will have to go there for her shinkansen) and we went to a newer mall next to the station. we had lunch at a really nice place that’s some fruit company that sells really nice omiyage/gift fruit. we shared fruit sandwiches and early grey tea and this salmon/avocado dish that was so good--it was like smoked salmon and avocado with olive oil and kiwi and tomatoes on a small salad. then we looked around at the stores there and headed back to the station to go back to haneda.

of course when keiko was leaving i started crying (and she did too lol) and i tried to tell her how thankful i was for everything but i don’t think i conveyed it very well....honestly she did so so so much for m this entire trip (coming here from hiroshima, paying for my stuff/food/hotel, researching everything and knowing where to go/how to get there, etc) i felt so so so blessed and happy to have her and it felt so nice knowing she did everything because she cares for me. she was really worried about me heading home so i felt bad... i left the airport (i was a nervous wreck lol) and got on the train to shinagawa (it was already so crowded) and then transferred from there back to yamanote so i could go to harajuku. i felt so nervous and self-aware the entire time but it was a good(?) experience. i got back to sakura house and immediately texted mom and messaged Keiko on LINE.

i thought i was going to be okay by myself but i really wasn’t (and i’m still not). i felt so empty and alone and sad and scared after Keiko left, since i really realized at that point i was alone. i didn’t have anyone else with me or anything to distract me, so i felt so alone and bad thoughts kept coming...i felt like i was going to cry for hours. i thought it would be good to go to daiso and matsumoto kiyoshi again to buy some stuff so i did. i also went to family mart to get dinner and that was aa little depressing since i couldn’t tell what the cashier was saying when he was asking if i wanted my items bagged or not (lol) but whatever. i think it helped get my mind off of things.

so now i’m back home, i ate a family mart chicken sandwich with juice, and i messaged keiko again on line. i completely forgot i left the slippers in her suitcase (lmao) so now i feel bad. she was also so tired from everything she couldn't remember i feel so bad she’s so burnt out because of me...but she also seemed like she enjoyed it too. i hope i can talk to her on line again soon and i’m also really excited for her to come again in june and july ;-; i’m glad i got to be with her and let her take care of me though because sometimes i worry about her being alone too much esp since she never married/had kids...idk how she even feels like that but i feel like she likes being my second mom ;;

anyways i’m so tired and i want to shower but i think the guys are walking around and i can’t go out so. yeah

tbh i’m still very sad and scared and i just don’t feel good. the time difference sucks and it’s just distancing myself more from everyone. i have so many worried about my place and my internship. i wish keiko could be here 24/7 but she can’t. idk how i’m going to be like this for 2 months...i thought i could go out and just walk around and look around tokyo to have fun alone but idk if i can do that. idk how everything will go from this point and i’m so scared. but it might be okay. i just have to keep going i guess.

i’m so sad i want to see keiko again hhhh

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