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I don't think I ever posted this, I've had it writte for Like ever but never touched it again. It's the second part to this so.... if I ever feel like it (get motivated) and someone request for so I may do part three but if not eh. I'm actually working on a different story inspired by another headcanon I had so first I'll finish that. (If I continue)

Part Two of I Will Lead You Into the Dark

Enjolras stood up, about to start the meeting when Courfeyrac came over, with a man close behind him.

"Enjolras, this is Marius," He introduced.

"Welcome, Marius. I've heard a lot about you. I'm sorry about your father."

"Thank you for having me. I've heard about everyone here too. A bit too much I'm afraid. Um, which one ripped their pants on a chair," Marius asked, causing Enjolras to let out a laugh.

"Courfeyrac, that was supposed to say between us!" Bossuet shouted from where he sat. Joly almost spat out his drink.

"That would be Bossuet over there. You can have a seat anywhere you like. If you happen to have any ideas, tell Combeferre. He writes all suggestions down, and we go over them," Enjolras had his hand on Marius's shoulder, before patting it and heading over to the main table where Combeferre was standing on a chair.

Enjolras looked up at him, "Why in the world are you up there?"

"There was a spider," he stated. Enjolras quickly jumped up, making Combeferre laugh.

"No, I was playing. I'm counting. Who was the guy you were talking to?

"That friend of Courfeyrac's, Marius." Enjolras sat, passing a glance at Grantaire, who chuckled while looking down. Enjolras allowed his brain to wonder what the man was laughing about.

"The Bonapartist?"

"Yep, that one. He seems alright at the moment."

"Don't let your guard down."

"Combeferre, behave now. How many this time?"

"Well I almost had them counted then you come over and started running your mouth," Combeferre laughed.

"You do know I can pull that chair out from under you, right?" The two stared at each other for a moment. They dared the other to make a move.

Enjolras laughed, "Alright, I'll leave you be. We don't need broken bones here yet."

The rest of the meeting flew by. Enjolras talked about ways to get the word out about their revolution. Then while there was a debate, he sat down with Marius and got to know him. He was pretty shaken up. Combeferre did not behave and ran his mouth. Marius did want to help, so that was one upside to it.

He talked a great deal about his father. He mention his grandfather once, maybe twice, but he would quickly move on. He mentions a cousin and an aunt of some sort. The guy had passion. That was just what Enjolras needs. People with a passion. Something a certain someone did not have.

After many have left, Enjolras stayed behind. He looked over papers, but then started reading. He measured time by his candle and would watch someone walk by every once in a while. When he had enough, he joined Musichetta and Bossuet in cleaning.

He said goodbye and walked outside, across the street he saw him again. Grantaire had his head tilted back as he gulped down his drink. He threw it in a bin before stumbling on a path. Enjolras wondered if it would be creepy to follow him. He decided it wouldn't, he would just say he was making sure that the man made it home safely.

Grantaire tripped over a stray dog, making him stop in his tracks and look back at the dog. Enjolras hid slightly, as the drunk man crouched down and petted the dog.

He heard a sigh, "I know you're there. Come out."

Enjolras obeyed walking towards him. He was met with annoyed eyes that did not let up when Enjolras began to speak, "I'm sorry, I saw you stumbled on your way back, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm used to this. You don't know me. Leave me alone and don't pretend that you care. Go home Enjolras," Grantaire snarled making Enjolras flinch. He didn't like his name coming from the drunken man's lips. He likes the name Apollo more.

"I'm just trying to be nice. After all my attempts to be kind, you're still a jerk!"

"I'm the jerk? You don't know your own followers' names. You speak out about indifference just to put it off. You believe in something so impossible, I dare say you're stupid. Those poor people will die by your hands!"

"Why can't you see that I'm trying to help people? These people know what they are getting into, and so do I. I know very well that I could die, I could be shot while getting the word out. Did that ever cross your mind? I'm not trying to be above them, I am one of them. Just because I don't know their names, doesn't mean they don't mean any less than those who I do know the names of."

"You talked about yourself, that shows me more than you know. If they mean that much to you, why don't you ask them who they are? Why they are there? Tell me!"

"That's the thing they are willing to talk to me, and if I had all the time in the world, I would listen to every word they say."

"Then why waste time on me? Spend it on them."

"Is so hard to believe, that I care about them? Hell, I care about you."

"No, you don't. "

"Yes I do, why else would I be worried about you getting home safely?!"

"You care about yourself, and how I think about you. You think I'm mocking you, in which you're not wrong. You want me to like you, and follow you into the dark blindly as those poor people do. Newsflash, I won't," Grantaire was now in Enjolras's face, staring angrily at him.

Enjolras heard his heartbeat quicken, "I just wanted to understand you."

Grantaire backed away, though the tense feeling around the two never left. Enjolras still felt like he was in danger, but at the same time, he felt that Grantaire wouldn't hurt him.

"I think I shouldn't return to your meetings for a while. And when Bahorel asks about me, you can tell you you kept running your mouth. Don't follow me ever again, and don't ever think about telling me lies again. Good night Apollo," He nodded at Enjolras, signaling he was leaving.

Enjolras sighed, "Good night. I'm truly sorry." Enjolras felt at a loss for words. A feeling he hated. The more the two clashed heads, the more Enjolras wanted to understand him. If he believed all the stuff he said about Enjolras was true, then why promise to return? Though the thought of seeing him again, made him feel better, not to mention the flutter in his chest at the nickname. He watched him leave, feeling down again.

"I said listen not argue," Bossuet said behind him, making him jump.

"Jesus, cough next time. I almost punched you," Enjolras laughed, forcing down the feeling Grantaire caused him to have.

"Sorry mate, anyway, I came to run your paper back. You left it there. Well, I got to head back before Musichetta and Joly leave me again." Bossuet handed him a folded paper and ran off.

Enjolras moved to the street light and looked to see what paper he forgot. Usually, they all were gathered and put neatly in his bag. He unfolded it to see a very good drawing of the meeting they just had. The beautiful piece of art was showing the perspective of the creator. It was a window to the persons eyes. Enjolras looked over everyone in it. They all wore black, and other dark colors.

He noticed Combeferre, who sat and wrote down what a neighboring volunteer was proposing. Courfeyrac was smiling ear to ear next to Prouvaire, who was laughing. Bossuet had ice pressed against his head by Musichetta, while Joly held his hand. Feuilly, who was close to the artist apparently, was taken a drink, while Bahorel, who was barely in frame, was arm wrestling with another volunteer. Marius who sat down beside Enjolras was looking down at a book.

Enjolras looked at himself, he was the only one not is gloomy clothing. He was in white, and light shades of gray. He noticed that he was the most detailed, though he was sitting down. Enjolras looked at the amazing creation, noticing that Grantaire's name was written beautifully at the bottom. His fingers went over the name. He didn't understand why he did it, but he did.

Enjolras sighed and walked to Bahorel's flat. When he knocked ge was greeted by Bahorel, "Enjolras? Is everything alright? Need to come in?"

A smile form across his face at his worried friend, "No, I'm just here to," he froze. Enjolras couldn't decide whether he should give the drawing to Grantaire himself, or let Bahorel do it for him. "Grantaire left this drawing, so I thought you could return it."

"Oh I would, but I'm busy right now. Why don't you do it?"

"If you can't tell, he doesn't like me. Just do it another time, here take it."

"He doesn't hate you. I can tell when he hates people, trust me. I'll get you his address," Bahorel went to go get a paper to write it down for him.

"I'll find someone else to do it."

"And get him robbed? Just take it to him."

"Bahorel this isn't a good idea. We argue. He already said he was taking a break from the meetings because of me."

"La personne même avec qui vous vous disputez vous montre plus d'amour qu'à ceux qui sont d'accord avec vous."

"That made no sense," though at the word love made Enjolras's face flushed.

"Whatever. Just take it to his flat, say I sent you. Here I'll sign this paper just in case he gets to mad." Enjolras didn't understand what was his friends obsession with him speaking to the drunk. It always ends horribly.

Enjolras stood there at his door. He had rehearsed what was was to say, countless time now. Part of him wanted him to throw it away and run, but he didn't. He finally know, which wasn't exactly a conscious decision. He waited for what seem like minutes, listening to foot steps come closer. He closed his eyes, concentrating on not retreating away. He was Enjolras, he doesn't retreat. Though now he wishes he would do just that.

Grantaire opened the door to see Enjolras once more. He sighed, "Yes?" His voice was rough and sharp. Enjolras loved it dearly.

"You for got this at the Cafe. I'm sorry, I tried to get Bahorel to return it. He refused to do so," Enjolras heard his voice shake.

The latter unfolded the paper seeing the drawing. He scaned it before looked back at Enjolras. He eyes were glue to the ground, with guilt. He had a small blush, that could have been caused by the cold air. Grantaire wet his lips and swallowed before speaking, "Thank you."

"It was nothing. I'll let you be now."

"Apollo, I wanted to apologize. I was out of line tonight. Can we agree that we don't know each other well enough to make assumptions?" Grantaire said before Enjolras could ever turn to walk away.

"Yeah, that would be best. I should apologize too. I shouldn't have called you a jerk."

R laughed looking down than back up. It was a sound Enjolras never knew he needed. R shifted his weight to his other leg, "You were being honest. How about this, I don't cause any arguments again, as long as you-"

"We both caused them. I shouldn't have intrude in your life," Enjolras mentioned.

"Truse?"

"Truse. So I hope to see you there at the next meeting. I won't try to bug you, I promise."

"I will be there. I promise not to be a cynic."

They fell in a conformable silence before Enjolras forced himself to say goodbye, "I better get home. Good bye Captial R."

Another gorgeous laugh from the man, "Good night Apollo."

The door didn't immediately close either, a small part of Enjolras was hoping that Grantaire was looking out for him. He hoped he was makeing sure he made it safely til the point he was out of sight.

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #combeferre #courfeyrac #les miserables #incorrect les mis quotes #les amis #bahorel #feuilly #musichetta #jehan prouvaire #joly #marius pontmercy #bossuet

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Enjolras, staring at the national guard: Hmm that's a problem. But not my fault, I did everything I could.

Enjolras, looking at his dead friends: and you did too

Enjolras, to Grantaire who just showed up: also why are you still here

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Combeferre: name a type of flower.

Enjolras: Rose?

Grantaire: Daisy?

Courfeyrac: all purpose!

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Introducing yourself is like the bat signal for Javert.

Like Valjean is out and meets someone.

Stanger: hello what's your name.

Valjean, sweating while looking around: Urbain Fabr-

Javert, spawning: AND IM JAVERT

Stranger: ....

*Valjean running*

Javert, chasing him: I'M JUSTICE

#just a thought #incorect les mis #les miserables #javert #valvert #jean valjean #and I'm Javert #do not forget my name

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Memes I made part 2

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #jean valjean #valvert #javert #les miserables

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Based on:

Dark paradise by Lana Del Rey

Grantaire takes the bullets.

Enjolras pretends to be shot but he was spared. No words were spoken. None could be. Grantaire was choking on his own blood, while Enjolras was trying to keep his sobs quiet. Still they had a conversation. Grantaire smiled, holding Enjolras hand. Enjolras kissed his head while squeezing his hand tightly. He felt useless as Grantaire slowly died in pain.

When the women came to clean, one, who resembled Grantire, found him still clinging on his hand whispering a tearful apology. She too started to weep and helped the young leader up, pulling him into a silent hug. Enjolras apologized for getting blood on her dress, but she said not to mention it.

Days later Marius found the leader in the abandoned Cafe setting in a chair. The place was empty besides the furniture and two school boys. Marius sat across from him. He took note of Enjolras's bloodshot eyes, and his tear stained face. He held a tight grip on his handkerchief as he stared off into the room. He no longer wore his red coat, nor was his hair at his shoulders. No, he wore a black trench coat that was buttoned, with his hair pulled back into a low ponytail.

Marius looked no better with his bullet wound, broken bones, and shattered heart. Cosette, who took care of him, said he had gain some color back but was still awfully pale. His hair seemed to darkened, and he felt like he aged 20 years. He wasn't sure if he was alive without a soul, or just lost.

"What are we to do now?" Enjolras's weak voice broke Marius from his thoughts. He looked back at the blonde, who was still staring into space.

"I'm not sure, brother," Marius answered as they fell back into their silence.

After a sad sigh, Marius turned to the door. He haft expected their friends to walking into the door laughing. He waited for it, but they never came.

Enjolras found that he missed their laugher the most. The roar of it after one of Combeferre's remarks. The not so hidden chuckles when Bossuet trips. The gleeful victory "haha"s when Bahorel or Grantaire won a sparing match. The sneaky snickers that accured when a prank was being played. Their smiles. Their voices. Their presence. Them.

Feuilly always worked hard. Harder than any other in Paris. Joly was so compassionate and helpful to everyone. Jehan Prouvaire was simply a bright star that always helped them get through rough patches. Bahorel would always have your back in the best and worse way. Courfeyrac could influence anyone to do anything, but was still respectable. Combeferre, with his smarts could outwit a sly fox. Bossuet could give some of the best hugs. Grantaire, as much as he hid it, would have done anything for the group. Oh and how could he forget Gavroche? The little guy had more spirit in him than any of them. And poor Eponine, she was tougher than any of the national guards' men.

Enjolras spent so much time on the revolution that he had no idea who or what he was without his friends and movement. Really he didn't want to remember who he was, because it wasn't. It was not him. Not anymore.

"Their funeral is tomorrow," Marius reminded him still looking at the door.

Enjolras finally pulled his eyes towards Marius, "Yeah. Musichetta promised to help cook the food."

"That's nice."

"Yes, and Montparnasse promised to help Bury them."

"I'm thankful for him," Marius looked at him, "How's Grantaire's sister?"

Enjolras looked down at the table, "She saying it wasn't my fault. I'm just glad she agreed to move in with me, you know? With out Grantaire she probably wouldn't be able to make rent."

Marius nodded.

A few months later, Enjolras walked to the graveyard. He said hi to each of his friends, and even Javert, placing a flower on each stone. He stopped at Grantaire, sitting by his headstone in the snow. The blonde, who wore a green heavy coat, pulled out a bottle of wine and placed it by his stone.

"Marius' wedding is today," He said out loud, "I just got back from the tailors. I'm honored to be his best man."

The wind blew into his face making a roar in his ears. It was freezing, but Enjolras didn't leave, "We've helped each other a lot in these past few months, Marius, your sister, Musichetta, Montparnasse, and I. Talked a lot about old times. It's been hard."

Snow started to float softly down around him. It was beautiful and peaceful. "People say we should move on, past the revolution, love, and friendship. They tell us to forget the songs and memories."

Enjolras laid down in the snow, feeling as numb as his legs. He looked at the sky, "Sometimes I close my eyes, you lot are still here. You're drinking your wine. Courf' and 'ferre are talking about something Courfeyrac said to get Combeferre heated up. Joly and Bossuet are talking about Bossuet's soup he made for him. Jehan, Feuilly and Bahorel are singing a song. And 'Poni and Gavroche are happy. I feel save in this place behind my close eyes."

"That's when it scares me. It scares me because when I go to join you one day, will I see you? Will I be punished for causing this to happen? Will you guys want to see me?" Tears fell from the corners of his eyes making his face colder.

He closed his eyes and he was still there, everything was the same. The only difference was Grantaire laying beside him, holding his hand, "Red, you say the stupidest things. We're waiting for you guys."

"Are you really here?"

Grantaire smiled sadly, "I love you Apollo."

Enjolras opened his eyes and he was alone.

"I love you too, Icarus."

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #combeferre #courfeyrac #bahorel #bossuet #eponine thenardier #marius pontmercy #joly #jehan prouvaire #feuilly #Grantaire's sister #les miserables

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Combeferre: oh.

Courfeyrac: what?

Combeferre: I asked for no pickles

Courfeyrac: here I'll go tell them *takes burger*

Combeferre: no- *tackles Courfeyrac *

#les amis de l'abc #courferre #combeferre #courfeyrac #les miserables

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#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #combeferre #courfeyrac #valvert #thénardier #memes

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Enjolras: I got to get back home before Grantaire realizes I'm not in bed.

*somewhere*

Grantaire: Enjolras?

Grantaire: ENJOLRAS?!

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #incorrect les mis quotes #source: Cleveland Show or Family Guy

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*Enjolras confesses*

Grantaire: I know what happens next!

Combeferre: Finally a kis-

Grantaire: Megan the unicorn comes in and I fly off to help the trolls find gold, I'm an expert at this dream. Heck, I can probably fly, I'm so good at controlling this.

Enjolras: Wait!

Grantaire: *running up the stairs*

Bahorel: five bucks saying he'll jump

Courfeyrac: I'll take that bet.

Musichetta: how can you guys be so stupid!

Musichetta: it's Grantaire.

Musichetta: of course he'll jump.

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #combeferre #courfeyrac

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I was just thinking of the soulmate AU where their soulmate's last words to them are imprinted on them. Imagine the horror on Grantaire face as Enjolras tells him that he is incapable of anything. He is hurt, and scared. Knowing where they are, and what's happening, he has so little time. As quickly as he realized he made up his mind, he wouldn't die without him. "You Shall see " Is what he says.

Enjolras stood cornered by the soldiers, he never heard what his soulmate would say to him. Perhaps they never existed. Everyone he knew was dead. There is no way any of the soldiers would possibly be his one, he hadn't said anything to them directly. Just as a whole.

"Long live the republic," Grantaire speaks out, Enjolras's heart skipped a beat. Grantaire looked determined, "I am one of them. Long Live the republic. Finish us both at one blow." He took his place beside Enjolras, looking in his eyes.

"Do you permit it?" Enjolras gasped, there is was. The four words he memorized, though he'd never admit it to anyone. It was Grantaire. Oh no the things he had said. He felt speechless all he could do is grab his soulmate's hand and smile. He didn't even hear the bullet being fired at him.

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #soulmate au

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Enjolras: we'll win or die trying!!

Les Amis: *cheering*

Grantaire who almost choked on his drink: DIE?!

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Joly: Grantaire I thought you wanted to die.

Bossuet: yeah you always say it...

Grantaire: I didn't care if I die BUT ENJOLRAS IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE.

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #joly #bossuet #les miserables

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Idea for a fic that I won't write.

Remembering Sunday: A song fic

The song is by All Time Low.

So in this Grantaire slept through the final battle. To hide his sadness, he get even drunker than usual. This has lead him to Delusions and denial. He denies the deaths of his friends. When he goes to the cafe, it feels off. He hasbeen in the countless times, but now it feels foreign now. He gets memories of his friends anytime he enters. He walks around Paris asking if they've seen his friends and partner. Sometimes when he asks he forgets what he's looking for. He is lost and looking for memories. New faces are all over the place, he doesnt like it. It feels like the cafe is trying to replace his friends. He is sure they'll come back so they can't sit in their seats.. He keeps going thinking Enjolras left because he found out he was in love with him, and Enjolras didn't think Grantaire believed anything, let alone, love. But Grantaire wanted to prove him wrong. One day while searching, he bumped into Marius and Cosette, they sit him down and explained Enjolras and everyone else won't b coming back. He faints.

He dreams of Enjolras. Enjolras explains that he won't be coming back and to forgive him. He has done something so bad, he fears that if he speak he'll make Grantaire feel worse, but he expects it'll hurt him either way. The rain would be coming to wash away the memories of him. Enjolras tells him that he's up in the clouds watching over him.

Grantaire wakes, he is numb and just says he'll go home now.

#grantaire #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe #Spotify

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Part 6 of incorrect les mis

Some or these may have been done.

Grantaire: I will not let a technicality stop me.

Joly: Techni- you mean the law?

Grantaire: Yes I hate that word.

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Bahorel: I asked Feuilly out.

Montparnasse: Oh, I'm sorry.

Bahorel: Why?

Montparnasse: Well, I assume he said no.

Bahorel: No, he said yes.

Montparnasse: Really? Then I'm sorry for him.

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Courfeyrac: Gay as fuck to be a angry politician. What are you mad about? Men? Are you just crazy about men?

Grantaire: I hear that politics is a man dominated field. Is that what you want? To be dominated by other men?

Enjolras: *confused* I beg your pardon????

Grantaire: *holding out a Bouquet of flowers* what's not clicking?

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Jehan: Well, this is the last box of your clothes. I'm just gonna label it, 'What were you thinking?'

Feuilly: Funny, 'cause I was just going to go across the hall and write that on Montparnasse.

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Courfeyrac to Combeferre: I don't know how many times I have to say this. Do not like a picture of my ass on Instagram if you don't want me in your DMs telling you to spank it, all right? Just don't do it.

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Fantine: Javert, you and Valjean did not do it. And while I applaud your misguided efforts to make me jealous, I have work to do. So... leave.

Javert: I don't care about making you jealous. I just care about pleasing your fella.

Fantine: Valjean is not "my fella".

Javert: *smirks* And how!

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Eponine: I've kinda of had this uh, this crush on you. But since you were with Marius, I-I didn't do anything about it. But, now that you're not, I'd really like to ask you out sometime. So-so that's-that's what I'm doing, now.

*Marius gets this hurt expression on his face and goes into the back room*

Cosette: Wow! Umm....

*A loud crash and the sound of breaking dishes. Followed quickly by another crash, Marius emerges with everyone looking at him*

Marius: I dropped a cup.

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*Grantaire stops Combeferre*

Grantaire: Oh, Combeferre, I saw what happened. Is your boyfriend okay?

Combeferre: *stops short, looks at him* My boyfriend?!

Grantaire: Yeah, th-th-the loud little friendly one you're always hanging around with...oh, uh, Courfeyrac.

Combeferre: He's not my boyfriend.

Grantaire: Are you sure...?

Combeferre: Yes, I'm sure. I don't like him. He's shallow and loud, talkative. He's everything that I hate.

Grantaire: But Combeferre, you hate everything.

Combeferre: What's that supposed to mean?

Grantaire: Well, it means that... that maybe you like him cause... *sings* I kinda think you dooo.

Combeferre: No! How could I like him. Because I don't like him! Because I can't like him! Grantaire, if I like him.... shoot me.

Grantaire: *turns to him and makes a finger gun* POW!!

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Grantaire to Enjolras: You'll figure out what to do Apollo, you have great instincts. You have a great butt too, but that's a whole other thing.

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Bossuet, drunkingly confronting Musichetta: Hey you! Musichetta is it? Yeah. I don't know where you're from. But I'll have you know, I am the catch of Paris.

Joly: That's true. That's how he signed my yearbook.

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Marius: Okay, remember, workout time tomorrow is 6:30. So get some rest. Or do what I do: lie awake and listen to your roommate do stuff with your other roommate on the other side of the wall.

*Everyone stares at Eponine and Cosette*

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Joly, putting a hand on Bossuet's forehead: God, you're hot...

Bossuet: So are you.

Joly: With a fever.

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Courfeyrac: We don't have to do nothing *looks around* nothing big was taken, probably some kids having fun.

Enjolras: Fun?

Courfeyrac: Yeah, you know, fun... that thing you've never had.

Enjolras: I have plenty of fun, okay *walks over to Grantaire and smiles* I'm fun, right?

Grantaire, looking Enjolras up and down: You're good lookin!

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Eponine: Anyway, I was wondering if, you were the sort of person who... eats lunch.

Cosette: Are you asking me out? 'Cause it would be kinda weird since I just broke up with Marius.

Eponine: Yeah uh... okay. I'm-I'm sorry. Bye.

Cosette: No! Wait! I was just saying that so you'd think I was a good person. Fight for me.

Eponine: Uhh, I won't take no for an answer.

Cosette: Not great, but we can work on it at lunch.

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*The other cops walking in on Javert packing up night vision goggles*

Javert: Oh man, I gotta go to the bench in town. I'm late to stalk Valjean.

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Courfeyrac: So what, we just sit?

Combeferre: Ohh, no, no. We're not going to just sit. *calls Marius* Shhh.

Marius, answering the phone: Hello, Marius Pontmercy.

Combeferre, in a high pitched female voice; Hello Mr. Pontmercy... I love you.

Marius, angrily: Alright, whoever this is, stop calling me! *Les Amis silently laughing* It's been six months! It's not funny!

Combeferre: But, I love you.

Marius: Leave me alone! For the love of God, leave me alone!!!

*Combeferre hangs up*

Combeferre: And that's Wednesday.

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Feuilly: We just have to really, really, really, not let stuff like money get--is that a hickey?

Jehan: No, I just, I fell down.

Feuilly: On someone's lips? Where'd you get the hickey?

*Bahorel high fives Montparnasse*

-

*Marius tries to enter the Cafe back room that has a voice command*

Marius: Marius.

Computer: Access denied.

Marius: Pontmercy.

Computer: Access denied.

Marius: Nostrils.

Computer: Access Denied.

Marius: *grumbles* Napoleon's Bitch.

Computer: Welcome, mari-quiff.

-

Marius: I know I didn't do anything wrong, but where am I gonna find another friend like Courfeyrac?

Eponine: Look, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, okay? It's like when you and Cosette broke up. It was for the best. And after a while, she found someone better. Me. And since then, I've enjoyed throwing that in your face as often as possible. What was your question again?

-

*Valjean and Javert hug*

Fantine: Could you cut it out? I gotta go home to an empty apartment.

-

*Marius wants to talk to a hidden Cosette*

Marius: Eponine, do you know where she is?

Eponine: 712 Forest Lane, blue house with a little flamingo on the lawn.

Marius: Wow. Stalk much?

Eponine: Yes.

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Valjean: *yapping away about something in a tight shirt*

Javert: I'm gonna be honest, I'm only looking at your titties right now

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Enjolras: hey can someone give me a ride home, my car is in the shop.

Combeferre: su-

Grantaire: DIBS DIBS I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE

Enjolras: . . .

Grantaire: ahem, I mean I can. It's on my way home.

Joly: don't you live on the opposite side of town?

Grantaire: Shut up.

#grantaire #enjolras #exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #e x r #rxe

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Part 5 of incorrect quotes

Bahorel: Guys, there's a monster under my bed and it's really ugly.

Grantaire, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Cosette: i made a Marshmallow Inspector Javert.

Cosette: see? his arms are crossed because he's mad at Marshmallow Valjean for escaping him.

Cosette: you like it?

Javert:

Javert: *choked up* it's fine.

-

Courfeyrac: Once again, Courfeyrac and Combeferre save the day.

Enjolras: You didn't do anything It was all Combeferre.

Courfeyrac: We're a package deal. Everybody knows that.

-

Grantaire: Hello, fellow idiots

Enjolras: Hello, Grantaire

Grantaire: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Enjolras: You underestimate me

-

*Combeferre is cooking*

Grantaire: Any chance that's for me?

Combeferre: It's for Courfeyrac. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Enjolras: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment

-

Enjolras: Feuilly isn't answering his phone

Bahorel: I'll call

Combeferre: Enjolras and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Feuilly: Hello?

-

Javert: God, give me patience.

Valjean: I think you mean "give me strength".

Javert: No, You better hope God doesn't give me strength because if he did, you'd be dead.

-

Joly: Hey, Bossuet? What does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Bossuet: i don't know, I love you, talk to you later.

Joly: Oh, okay, I'll just ask Musichetta. I love you too.

Bossuet:

-

Jehan: You have to apologize.

Montparnasse: Fine, but this might make me a better and more likable person and that is not the man you fell in love with!

-

Someone may have done this

*playing truth or dare*

Eponine: Okay, truth or dare?

Grantaire: Dare.

Eponine: Kiss the next person who arrives.

Grantaire: Gross, I'm not kissing any of you. None of you are my type.

*Enjolras walks in*

Grantaire:

Grantaire, using breath stray and putting on chapstick: Well, a dare's a dare.

-

Courfeyrac: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Marius: Seize the day, seize the night, what's the last one?

Courfeyrac: Seize the dick.

-

Grantaire: mean, sure, I have my bad days. But then I remember what a cute smile Apollo has.

-

Combeferre: *seductively takes off glasses*

Combeferre: Wow...

Courfeyrac, blushing: Haha... what?

Combeferre: You're really fucking blurry.

-

Bossuet: Hey, babe.

Joly: Hmm?

Bossuet: I need your help with a math problem.

Joly: Oh, sure! What do you need?

Bossuet: How do you simplify 2i<6u?

Joly: i<3u

Bossuet: Awww, i<3u too!

Joly:

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Enjolras, texting Bossuet: Send dudes

Bossuet: You mean-

Bossuet: You mean send nudes??!

Enjolras: No, we crashed the funeral and I'm bleeding. Send Grantaire

Grantaire: *already ran out the door*

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Combeferre: I know every song to ever exist, doesn't matter when it was made.

Enjolras: Oh, yeah?

Grantaire: Finish this; I don't cook, I don't clean-

Combeferre: but let me tell you how got this ring,

Combeferre, Grantaire, and Courfeyrac, who came out of no were: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME, DRIP DOWN THE SIDE OF ME-

-

*undercover*

Eponine: You don't think can fight because I'm a girl.

Marius: 'Ponie I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. To be fair, don't think Bahorel could fight in that either.

Bahorel: No, but I'd make a bomb ass wife.

-

Valjean: You're pouting.

Javert: I'm not pouting, I'm brooding.

Valjean: That's how pretty men pout.

-

Valjean, picking up his phone: Javert? I'm kind of busy right now-

Javert: Do you think drinking thirty-six cans of Redbull consecutively would heighten my senses or would I just die?

Valjean:

Valjean: I'm on my way.

-

Eponine: Bitches be like "I'm baby" but have childhood trauma and were neglected.

Eponine: Like what do you know about being baby? You were forced to grow up from an early age.

Eponine:

Everyone else:

Eponine: It's me. I'm bitches.

Gavroche, sighing: We know.

-

Feuilly: Y'all ever get so tired you see spiders?

Grantaire: Me when I take seventeen Benadryl and start seeing the Hat Man.

Jehan: THE WHAT?

Grantaire: Oh, so this is suddenly not a safe space?

-

Courfeyrac: Relationships should be 50/50; Combeferre cooks dinner while I sit on the counter looking pretty.

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Bahorel: Not everyone likes you, Montparnasse. You aren't Feuilly.

Montparnasse: Not everyone likes Feuilly??

Enjolras, coming out of no where: Who?

Montparnasse:

Bahorel, cracking his knuckles: we need names, Montparnasse.

-

Musichetta: Can you two cut me some slack? I'm sort of in love.

Joly: I'm sorry, but that's really not our problem.

Musichetta: I'm in love with you both.

Bossuet, blushing: Oh... that brings us into the loop a little.

-

Combeferre: I fell-

Courfeyrac: From heaven?

Combeferre: No, I literally fell-

Courfeyrac: In love with me the moment you saw me

Combeferre: MY ARM IS BROKEN, COURFEYRAC

Courfeyrac: Ok, but am I pretty? Be honest.

-

*Combeferre and Grantaire in a casino*

Combeferre: Grantaire, we're about to get kicked out-

Grantaire: Shush!

Combeferre: We gotta-

Grantaire: Shut up!

Combeferre: R-

Grantaire: Shh! Shush, shush, shush! Do you hear that?

Combeferre: Wha- are you drunk?

Grantaire: Yes, but listen!

Combeferre:

Grantaire:

Grantaire: It's the sound of me not giving a fuck.

-

Javert: We all have our demons.

Javert, pointing at Les Amis: These ones are mine.

-

Valjean, helping Marius stand after being wounded: You need to be careful, you're loosing a lot of blood-

Marius, loopy: I'm not "loosing" it, I know exactly where it is!

*Marius points to the puddle of his blood on the floor.*

Valjean: Oh, dear Lord, I should just leave you.

-

Enjolras, making his third cup of coffee: Why are my hands so shaky?

Combeferre, on his fifth: Your skeleton is ready to hatch.

-

Montparnasse, to Feuilly: What's the first thing you notice when someone approaches you?

Bahorel, holding Feuilly's hand: The audacity.

-

Combeferre: Did you know-

Bahorel: That somethings are better left unsaid?

Combeferre: Nice try.

-

Eponine: Do you have any idea how dangerous I'd be if I had zero self doubt?

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Jehan: If I were a drink, I'd be cherry vanilla coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Grantaire: Bleach.

Bahorel: Blood

Montparnasse: arsenic

Feuilly: Alright, calm down edgelords.

-

Grantaire: Dad didn't raise a quitter!

Joly: I thought your dad left?

Grantaire: Which is why I'm quitting.

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Grantaire to Combeferre: Do you think I'm ugly?

Combeferre: It's not about looks, R. What's valuable is on the inside.

Grantaire, touched: Aww...

Combeferre: For example, someone's heart.

Grantaire: You're a good friend, Combeferre -

Combeferre: It can be priced at over one million US dollars, you know.

Grantaire:

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Grantaire: Ok, here's my wishlist.

Musichetta: This is surprisingly reasonable.

Joly: We could probably get all this by Christmas.

Enjolras: Oh, so no one's gonna ask why I'm on the list?

Grantaire: That's more of a hope.

Enjolras: I still don't get why I'm on the list?

Bossuet, to Grantaire: Are you sure you don't want someone else?

Grantaire: Nope, I want him.

Enjolras: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY I'M OM THE LIST?!

-

*playing Would You Rather?*

Eponine: Ok, R. Would you rather die or-

Grantaire: Die.

Cosette: She hasn't even-

Grantaire: Die.

Marius: Grantaire, we talked about this...

-

Enjolras: I was born for politics.

Enjolras: have great hair and I'm great at lying.

-

Bahorel: I've thought about taking swim classes for adults, but honestly that's sadder than just drowning.

-

Combeferre, to Grantaire: I need 45 minutes away from you, and then we can be best friends again.

-

Montparnasse: *raises eyebrows *

Jehan: Put those back down

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