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secretmellowblog · 9 months

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I love how book!Eponine is often portrayed as a horrifying supernatural creature haunting the other characters. She’s compared to a ghoul, to a devil, to an apparition or specter or spirit or phantom; Mabeuf believes she is angel, and then he becomes convinced she may be a goblin. People look at her and see an uncanny valley nightmare— they see someone who is already dead.

And the tragedy is that she really is just an ordinary child, underneath it all. She is not an apparition, she is not already dead— she is a living child in need of help and compassion, but no one is willing or able to give it to her.

#Les mis #Eponine!!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!#lm 4.2.3 #an apparition to Mabeuf is one of my favorite chapters #it slaps #fix it fix where the Thenardier children Mabeuf and Plutarch become a little family #and Valjean helps them out with money

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jondrettegirls · 9 months

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[ID: A doodled “Les Misérables” comic. The first 2 panels are Grantaire laying in bed unsoundly, with the lyrics, “sometimes I wonder if Jesus is above me, making sure we meet again.” The next panel is a shot of Grantaire looking wide-eyed and followed by 2 of Enjolras walking by, with the lyrics, “but when I saw you at my local mall, you walked right by me with your friends.” The last panel is Éponine remarking, “what a dick!” to which Grantaire replied, “literally.” End ID.]

your eyes are still so pretty, i bet

#ah yes that classic exr au. vacation bible school #important that i also considered the caption ‘you never really wanted my love (or my backdoor)’#also omg i get the lyric wrong its ‘then when’ not ‘but when’#devastating… its ok i was on a plane u guys forgive me right #anyway my toxic trait will always be unironically thinking so hard ab exr to this song #on my art.#scheduled post #exr #les mis #les miserables #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #eponine

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odakuram · 11 months

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i found this old shitpost i made and i had to redraw it

#doodles #reasons for miku are as follows:#valjean? he’d just give up the moment javert said no. cosette? too nice to push javert #the amis including eponine and gavroche? they would somehow set javert up in a trap to lock him in a library where all he can do is read #literally no one else in les mis could politely threaten this man to do anything #so i closed my eyes; threw a dart and it landed on a picture of miku. that will be the story.#i say all that but i feel like i’m gonna be proven wrong as soon as i post this #ah well. i am cringe but i am free

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theladyragnell · 3 months

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Let's go on-brand as hell. Les Mis, Arthurian legends AU. Bonus points for Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

(I originally typed this as Les Mis AU, and the image of Sir Gawain on hanging out at the barricades is cracking me up.)

(Sir Gawain would just wait till noon and charge the National Guard, depending on what variant you're going for for him. Regardless, no barricade that includes Gawain is going to fall, I have faith in my favorite knight.)

Also, okay, before I can share my own headcanons I do want to make you aware that @sovinly wrote a Dame Ragnelle AU called The Marriage of Sir Enjolras and you should definitely check it out.

You know who would get involved in a weird kissing situation while preparing to get his head cut off by an eldritch fey being? Bossuet would. I think Musichetta is Sir Bertilak and Joly Lady Bertilak rather than the other way around.

I genuinely can't decide if Enjolras would Love the grail quest or if he would be impatient and find it a distraction from creating a great and noble court of equal knights protecting all of Camelot's people.

... Ah, no, Grantaire offers to go on the grail quest and let everyone else focus on the important business of ruling and has himself a whole lot of self-loathing about how he wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the grail, and so on and so forth. I haven't read enough of the grail legends to be able to pinpoint any of his adventures more exactly, but he's our primary grail quester nonetheless.

Combeferre makes a GREAT court wizard.

You'd think Enjolras would be Arthur, but false, he is not, because you can't tell me that the Cosette & Eponine situation couldn't parallel the Arthur & Morgan situation in some interesting ways. Like, obviously not a perfect map, but I think in any Arthurian AU where there's an actual ruling monarch and not a Republic Of The Round Table, Cosette is Arthur.

#freakierthanthou #answered asks

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fillsta · 2 years

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How to explain Les Mis characters to your friends

Enjolras 'Enjy dearest', 'Enj':

Angry blond boy. "Eat the rich". Either gay or aroace. His celebrity crush is Robespierre. He may or may not have a crush on a specific wine lover. Also Aaron Tveit. That's it

Combeferre 'Ferre':

The 'hot' scholar. Rly likes moths I guess. Wears glasses bc he's smart and smart ppl wear glasses. Has done nothing wrong, ever. We love him .

Courfeyrac 'Courf':

Everybody's friend. Flirty, fruity bitch. Round and lovable. Possibly in a relationship with either Combeferre or Jehan. Marius' own personal extrovert. Keeps the group together. Portrayed by the Mighty, the Fruity Fra Fee.

Grantaire 'R':

Likes to drink. A lot. Bi bitch, hopelessly in love with a certain blondie. Hold-hands-before-getting-shot-to-death kind of crush. Rly good at history and philosophy. Cynic. Also, fandom decided that he draws<3. Big hobo energy. Ask the fandom about the actor in the 2012 musical and they'll shed tears

Jean Prouvaire 'Jehan':

Ah yes, the softie. Love poetry and playing the flute. Most likely smoke weed. Plant parent. Gender unknown. We love their hippie bullshit. I don't remember the actor's name but he was kinda cute

Bahorel 'Baho':

The fruity gym bro. Enjoys fistfighting. Possibly Feuilly's bf. Man bun and beard. Studies law but doesn't want to be a lawyer. Doodles instead. Gavroche's idol. His celebrity crush is probably Dwayne Johnson or sth.

Feuilly:

IwbavajsbJzkabzjsvs. We love him. He's pure and innocent. Orphan. Makes fans for a living. Really loves the countries of the world. Headcannoned as Polish. Enjolras' fav ho. Wears flannels. I'll stop here because oh boi I can go on for ages

Bossuet/Lesgles:

Bald guy. Wholesome. He's also extremely unlucky and Victor made sure that's his only personality trait. Polyamoryyyy. His bf is Joly, his gf is Musichetta. It's just... Bossuet, you know?

Joly:

Doctor? Yeah, did I mention he's a germaphobe? Poor guy. Eccentric asf. Carries a cane everywhere. Will wake up in the middle of the night to align his bed according to the earth's poles and shit. Yes, he has a bf and gf, as previously mentioned.

Gavroche 'Gav':

Best boiiii. Smol, like, 10-12 yrs old. Savage. Absolutely destroyed Enjolras when in an argument. Also managed to trick a skilled criminal once. Rip, he would have loved Minecraft. Eponine and Azelma's brother. Courfeyrac's instant son. Looks up to Bahorel.

Marius Pontmercy:

The Most Awkward Human Being. Like, fr. Courfeyrac's emotional support introvert. Possibly the only straight here but who knows??? Idk he's kinda close with Courf. Anyway Enj amd Ferre scare him. Especially Ferre. He somehow gets a gf??? Survived

Eponine 'Ponine' Thenardieur

Marius' side ho. Has a crush on him. Bit I think she's gayyyy. Or bi. There's no way she's interested in men only. Anyway, poor. Terrible household situation :(. Feminist. I hope she gets a gf in her second life. R had a smol crush on her but that was just a phase. She deserved better, like everyone.

Cosette Fauchelevent/Valjean:

Marius' main ho (how this guy manages to get bitches is beyond me). Cottagecore goth (is that a thing?). Adopted. Such a sweet gal. Eponine could also be her gf <3.

Montparnasse 'Parnasse':

Ah him. Okay this guy. He is s narcissistic but a good one. One day he looked in the mirror and said 'Wow im hot lets murder people' and so he did exactly that. Said criminal tricked by Gavroche. 'Dandy'. He's so cool I love him sm.

Azelma Thenardieur:

Poor girl doesn't get any development. She's just there. Survived. Is rly cool tho, trust me.

Jean Valjean:

Stole bread and went to jail for 19 years. Villain origin story. Then he stole from a child (which may or may not have been Feuilly but that's another story for another post) and he instantly went good. Became mayor and businessman. One of his employees died so he found her daughter and raised her. Survived for a while. Is supposed to be the protagonist lol. Wholesome grandpa

Inspector Javert 'Jav jav man':

Is his life's goal to arrest Valjean. I say enemies to lovers trope. Starts off as a bitch, tbh.

Fantine:

My poor girl deserved the world. Her bf got her pregnant and fled :(. She gave Cosette over to some strangers to raise her while she worked in a nearby town, sending them money for Cosette's expenses. That's a no no there but ok. Gets fired, becomes a prostitute, dies. So of any of you out there shame sex workers I'll choke u while u sleep.

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kmiija · 7 months

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Modern/Campus AU (but it's Korean)

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1p Korean women's uni: Two of these kids go to eat malatang

🐰 Eponine... Are you alright???

🦊 No If I don't get a coffee right now I'll kill my professor

1) 🦊 How do you dress like a princess all the time

🐰 Ah? Cuz I want to look good to you... Hehe

2) 🦊 WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!! SHUT UP AND EAT SOME MORE FRIED TOFU

🐰 It's embarrassing hehe

2p 🦊 fashion design major who prefers clothes easy to change

🐰 sculpture major who has to wear jumpsuit for work so prefers cute outfit

#cosette #cosette fauchelevent #eponine #eponine thenardier #eposette #les mis #les miserables

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iceprinceofbelair · 1 year

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les mis characters as quotes from my sister

eponine: shut your hole of the talking

joly: i think i’ve got abdomentonoctomy (she meant appendicitis)

courfeyrac: this is why i couldn’t be rich. i couldn’t deal with all the haunted suits of armour.

bahorel: they passed away unexpectedly. economically. i mean their stock markets crashed.

combeferre: ah. i see how i’ve orchestrated this meltdown a bit.

javert when valjean does anything ever: oh no he’s going to use them for his nefarious schemes

gavroche: have you ever dry swallowed a gummy bear?

grantaire, hungover, trying to order breakfast: whole wheat on rye. no wait. that’s just two kinds of bread, isn’t it?

jehan: that’s a penny farthing, BITCH

grantaire: i got startled because the light turned on suddenly…maybe i just opened my eyes.

bossuet, cutting onions with tears in his eyes: why is it every time i do this i think i’m gonna one-up the fucking onion?

combeferre: i hate this book. five stars.

feuilly, eating greek yoghurt: oh the greeks were so right about this

eponine @ grantaire: just because i’m a doughnut, that doesn’t make you a bagel. we’re both doughnuts.

joly: um, i don’t have a good gauge of your spongebob knowledge

gavroche: is “fuck” a surname?

courfeyrac: there’s a reason andrew garfield was cast as spiderman and it’s not just because of his incredible performance and voluptuous ass.

#les mis #incorrect quotes #it won't let me tag people in this bc tumblr sucks but i'm gonna reblog it #fra

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ceciffeinated · 2 years

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ruinous. | ꒰ daisuke kambe ╲ short story ꒱

⪩ ☁︎．pairing: daisuke × cherloque (oc). ⪩ ☁︎．scenario: at a function in scotland. ⪩ ☁︎．warning: innuendos; half-sfw, half-nsfw; a little bit of teasing.

⠀⠀he can't seem to take his mind off of her.

⠀⠀he knew that she was under the british demand to commit espionage, but he never anticipated she would go this far.

⠀⠀haru whistled lowly where only he and his companion could only hear. he whispered to no one in particular but to daisuke, saying, ❛ our miss holmes looks pretty tonight. ❜

⠀⠀oh, lord ... to daisuke, she looked more than just 'pretty'.

⠀⠀cher wore the england colors in her costume - pure, white, long, sleeveless gown with a wide slit that reached halfway up her hips; dazzling ruby earrings; bold and bright sapphire necklace. her hair was styled in chignon and adorned with some snow calla lilies in the crevices.

⠀⠀'god, if you're trying to commit murder, do it where no one could witness my humiliating tragedy,' daisuke thought, trying his all hardest and best to look listless, uninterested, and indifferent. his piercing eyes of storm were everywhere but not on cher. never on cher for the second time from the moment she entered.

⠀⠀after all, one glance was enough to know that she had arrived.

⠀⠀right?

⠀⠀haru snickered, but since they were among wealthy, well-mannered, and classy delegates, he did it so discreetly with a 'polite' cough behind his hand. he knew how much daisuke was trying to keep his thoughts in check, seeing that there was something bigger to worry about other than the stylish, amorous fashion cher was wearing.

⠀⠀but you can let someone fry the bigger fish, correct?

⠀⠀❛ you came early. ❜

⠀⠀the prominent english drawl made daisuke's skin crept with goosebumps. they hadn't seen each for only two weeks (cher went to the country with her father, sherlock; daisuke went back to japan to finish what's left in the bowl of cases the police department failed to clean).

⠀⠀haru eagerly approached the englishwoman, his hand raised to shake her hand. (he taught himself on how to be polite in the western fashion). he had a smile on his face and said, ❛ nice to see you again, miss holmes.❜ he shook her hand warmly and friendly. ❛ and i'm sure daisuke does, too. ❜

⠀⠀daisuke didn't fully turn to her, but he did gave her a side glance.

⠀⠀wrong. move.

⠀⠀since cher was shorter than him (almost more than a foot, to be precise), he had to look down to meet the level of her eyes. no one warned him he would get to meet the sight of her cleavage, too.

⠀⠀fate was being too cruel tonight. too, too, too cruel; too, too, too wicked.

⠀⠀but call it ... nature. habit. normalcy.

⠀⠀cher brushed off daisuke's lingering half-glance with eloquent and grace by saying, ❛ oh, i'm sure he is. ❜ she cued her english charm, as if there was a limelight suddenly aimed at her, with a half-smile, half-lidded eyes.

⠀⠀ah, the english evelyn nesbit ... only she is a detective undercover, in the espionage scenery, not in the modeling industry of any sorts.

⠀⠀❛ hello, hello detective kambe, ❜ cher addressed. ❛ i hope we reconvene our partnership when the flower is unsealed. ❜

haru took notice of the code words and replied, ❛ yes, of course. i shall be of good assistance to capture the person under investigation. ❜ he was referring to the viscountess, of course. the treacherous of a viscountess named mortencia eponine of edinburgh.

⠀⠀daisuke, however ... his mind steered to the wrong direction and thought of something else other than unearthing the poisonous truth about the crumbling intra-system of the scottish monarchy and aristocracy. his mind, to be precise, steered to the direction of where he could privately be with the picturesque englishwoman - alone in a salacious scenario where he would be the one to unseal a certain calla's flower.

⠀⠀❛ thank you, as well, haru, ❜ cher said courteously. ❛ and, again ... call me 'cher'. we are friends, not acquaintances. ❜ haru laughed and complied, nodding his head.

⠀⠀daisuke snapped himself out of the terrifying trance. how long had he been in the train of his own filthy thoughts?

⠀⠀there was a finger that lifted his chin up. henceforth, he looked down again to see who did that.

⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes.

⠀⠀❛ eyes up there, ❜ cher poked his nose with her gloved finger. ❛ but mind down here. ❜

⠀⠀'cheeky,' daisuke thought.

⠀⠀before he knew it, she was gone, flouncing her way to the middle of the elite crowd.

⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes. no, he really didn't. a holmes would have acted otherwise.

⠀⠀stoic. stone. subtle. cold. careful. critical. these are the traits a holmes would have.

⠀⠀he saw an adler instead.

⠀⠀an expert charmer and flirt that could easily unwedge tight-knit person. a little, attractive, and fleeting robin who is light on her feet, quick with her twisted & tricky wits. mettlesome lips, gritty mind - she was branded to advance like a prowling feline.

⠀⠀and damn ... would that be the downfall of the impenetrable daisuke kambe.

⪩ ☁︎．note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.

#fkbu #fugou keiji balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #daisuke kambe x oc #daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke kanbe #daisuke kanbe x oc #daisuke kanbe x reader #daisuke x reader

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tinky-dinky · 4 months

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Les Mis 2018 Live Watch: Episode Two

- Lil Cosette is tres adorable.

- Is that Olivia Colman as Madame Thenardier? Interesting.

- Lil Eponine and Azelma are tres adorable too.

- I like that they included Azelma. She gets left out in every other adaptation.

- Don’t do it, Fantine, I see you considering leaving Cosette. Do not.

- Is Gavroche born yet?

- Adeel Akbar is a great Monsieur Thenardier and Olivia Colman is growing on me.

- Don’t do it, Fantine. Poor little Cosette.

- Monsieur Madeleine time!

- They call him Pere Madeleine? That’s adorable.

- Oh bless him, he looks so uncertain of what to do with all these people praising and cheering him.

- Oof, that was an awkward speech.

- Fantine, just tell him. He won’t care.

- I wish it was that easy to get a job these days.

- I wonder why Valjean decided to make necklaces in his factory?

- Love seeing him being so generous with the kids. Almost makes up for him robbing poor Petit Gervais in the last episode.

- Candlesticks!

- Tiny Gavroche! I want to cuddle him. He deserves so much better.

- I almost feel sorry for Madame, but she just admitted to hating her son and is abusing Cosette too, so I got nothing.

- Javert! Ooh I can feel the tension. See, this is the kind of Javert I like, who can almost be a likeable person…then he begins talking about criminals. So close.

- He doesn’t recognise you, Valjean, you can relax. Unless that’s not why you’re tense, hmm?

- Interesting motivation for Javert there. Something related to his past? Did someone do something to him or someone he cares about and get away with it?

- ….uh oh. How does Javert know about Petit Gervais?

- The long coat works better for Javert, but still gives me Cowboy/Western vibes.

- Are they changing why Fantine gets fired? I would like it if they made her smart enough to not bring an incriminating letter to work.

- This is why you shouldn’t have left your daughter with a random couple you barely knew.

- What is Valjean’s forelady doing?

- They have been taken advantage of?!

- Thenardier you are a liar and a terrible person.

- If Gillenormand hates Napoleon so much, where did Marius get his love for Napoleon from?

- Dear lord, what did they do to little Marius??

- Gillenormand, you absolute piece of shit. I loathe you. (Once again, though, got to give props for David Bradley’s ability to portray loathsome people so well.).

- Nicolette, you superstar. I want her to take Marius and run. Raise him as your own. Or find Baron Pontmercy. You could raise him together.

- Do I ship Nicolette/Baron Pontmercy?

- I think I do.

- Ooh runaway cart time.

- Javert seems very interested. Because he recognises Valjean…or for other reasons?

- Is that Maester Luwin?

- Oh bugger off you judgemental old bitch.

- Valjean, watch yourself.

- Is it not obvious why she lied? Look at how your forelady is treating her!

- Valjean, what are you doing?

- Why is this show so insistent on making Valjean a bit of a douchebag? He’s supposed to be almost supernaturally kind!

- Poor Fantine. Actually feeling sorry for her now, and kinda liking Lily Collins’ performance.

- I hope you feel guilty, Valjean. You done fucked up.

- What are you doing?

- Oh no, don’t do that!

- Oh, wait, it’s Javert? I thought it was Valjean.

- Ah, it’s the fakeout. Never understood that, doesn’t the false Valjean not have his prison brand?

- Oh wait Valjean is there. What is going on?

- This seems risky. What if someone finds them? That pile of rocks is a dead giveaway that someone was doing something.

- I like horses. Just an aside.

- Oh good, they are letting little Marius see his dad.

- I thought this was supposed to happen later? I thought Georges died when Marius was a teenager/early twenties?

- Oh is this why Marius loves Napoleon?

- Also, no, you’re utterly wrong about Thenardier. Don’t listen to him Marius.

- Eww old man postie is a bit gross.

- Here comes the downward spiral. Poor Fantine.

- How does Fantine have white teeth?

- Oh my god old postie man stop being such a creep!

- Baldy? She clearly still has hair.

- Why are they acting like Lily Collins isn’t gorgeous, even with short hair and missing teeth?

- Fantine, they don’t care.

- They’re playing with you, you idiot.

- Look, as much as Javert is being a hardass, Fantine did attack that man. And having a child isn’t a excuse to get out of consequences.

- Uh-oh, Valjean, is that consequences for your actions? Oopsy daisy, you fucked up and you’ve got to deal with it.

- Here’s supernaturally kind Valjean again.

- Javert, you are neither a judge nor a court. You cannot sentence anyone.

- No fault of her own is a little exaggerated. She blindly ignored the glaring red flags around Monsieur Dickhead. Her friends warned her. She has a little fault here.

- Yeah, I don’t think praying is doing anything for anyone, Valjean.

- Please save Cosette, Valjean, and save Gavroche too. Two kids can’t be much harder than one.

- Javert, you self flagellating fool. At least he holds himself to the same standards as everyone else.

- Still don’t get how the false Valjean thing works.

- Surely, again, he doesn’t have the right brand?

- Uh-oh, there’s the consequences for one’s actions again. Justice for Petit Gervais.

- Is it just me or does Javert actually sound a little sad to no longer be chief inspector?

- What the hell is that wimple?

- No need to snap, Valjean.

- Guilty guilty Valjean.

- He kept the coin? Or is that the coin from the town?

- It seems he’s given himself another brand. It’ll be interesting to see if they remember to give him this brand in later episodes.

- No, Valjean, don’t trust the judgmental bitch to fetch Cosette! That’s a bad bad idea!

- Ooh pretty landscape shots.

Final Thoughts:

I don’t like that they keep making Valjean douchier than he was in the books, especially post redemption. Lily Collins grew on me as Fantine, though I doubt I’ll be seeing much more of her. Loving David Oyelowo’s Javert. The Thenardiers are good too, though jury’s out on whether or not Monsieur Thenardier can pull off being an actual criminal type ala Dog Eats Dog.

Got to go to sleep now. Will watch more in the morning.

#les miserables #les miserables 2018 #valjean #javert #thenardiers #fantine #cosette #gavroche

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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aaaah i love the ficlets you've been posting! i saw in your tags that you worked on character voices for that les mis fic (which is awesome omg and also very understandable to do for that particular cast of characters lol), and i want to say that you're really really skilled at that. i started following you for your stranger things writing and i think you're excellent at writing those characters. you write eddie especially very nuanced and it's awesome, he's a hard character to write since he got like an hr of screen time tops and also is very much a dude who is always performing lol. anyways hope you're having a good day!

Thank you so much, that's so kind! Eddie's incredibly fun for me to write—I'm just continuing the age-old fandom tradition of projecting all over my blorbo in the massive gaps that canon leaves. With Eddie (because you're absolutely right that he's always performing), that means I get to indulge my core impulse to spout a bunch of flowery idiomatic bullshit at the drop of a hat, and also my core impulse to go "I will tell you a true and vulnerable thing but ONLY!! if I can wrap it up in a hundred oblique references and maybe a funny dance"

Actually, looking back at that les mis fic for the first time in ages, I'm also suddenly realizing that my Eddie voice is a significantly toned-down (and much more palatable tbh) version of the Grantaire voice I developed for that one. Don't get me wrong, still hella fun to write at the time, but a bit of a nightmare to read, I think. Like, good lord, nobody needed this:

Grantaire smiles. It’s probably a smile, anyway. It’s hard to tell in the shifting lights.

“Ah, I should have known better than to think any detail might pass by Apollo the keen-eyed—or perhaps Artemis would be more suited to that particular epithet? Very well; I hadn’t intended to fasten a millstone to the evening’s mood, but if I assure you it’s nothing, I can’t imagine you’ll be put off the scent.”

Enjolras wishes he could reach back in time and edit the last twenty seconds out of existence, and he doesn’t even know why yet. Casual conversation has never come entirely naturally to him, and with Grantaire, it’s physically impossible for him to say two words without stumbling over some conversational tripwire he doesn’t entirely understand.

The frustrated, confused knot in his stomach is depressingly familiar as Grantaire continues, “Truth be told, Dionysus has been no friend of mine in recent years; circumstances have conspired to terminate our relationship most decisively. It is a long and sordid story that is not worth the breath it would take to tell, but I assure you the only bearing it has on the present moment is that my drinks will always look a shade different than those designed to contain alcohol.”

“Ah,” says Enjolras. “Is, um. Are we...”

Grantaire’s face is in shadow, only the curve of his jaw and smudge of cheekbone picked out in neon. “Don’t fret, Apollo. The frown lines will mar your improbably fresh visage, and strangers might stop mistaking you for an elfin adolescent. You know me: these little eddies in the stream of life never quite manage to drag me under.”

Eponine materialises at Grantaire’s elbow. Enjolras isn’t always great at picking up on nonverbal cues, but the dislike radiating from her is almost a tangible thing.

“Come on, R,” she says lightly, eyes still on Enjolras. “Let's dance already.”

———

Hours later, they tumble back out onto the street, sweaty and laughing, with both moons still high in the sky. Courfeyrac grabs Eponine’s hand and twirls her, then collapses theatrically onto Combeferre’s shoulder. “We are so old. We are so, so old. Oh my god, we are so old. Ferre, carry me home, my ancient bones can’t move another step. Ferre? Ferre, I love you, you’re my soulmate, carry me or I’m leaving you forever.”

“I’m keeping Enjolras in the divorce,” Combeferre says soothingly, petting Courfeyrac’s hair.

Enjolras is a bit tipsier than he’d intended to be. He’d been so determined to act normal around Grantaire that he’d accidentally regressed to the kind of overindulgence that had too often characterised their university days. It had worked, though, so he couldn’t be all that upset about it. He’d even managed to have a proper conversation with Grantaire, although as the night air clears his thoughts a little, he’s beginning to have the terrible suspicion that he’d asked Grantaire the same overly polite set of questions about his work several times, to Grantaire’s mounting amusement.

It’s fine. He might feel differently in the morning, but right now he’s glad to look ridiculously slow-witted if it will ease the tension between the two of them.

“Let’s get you tourists back to your hotel before someone picks your pocket,” yawns Eponine. “And by someone, I mean me.”

#askbox #wip tag game #sorta #don't mind me just shoehorning in another les mis excerpt for funsies #and to lightly roast past!me for stuffing as many classical allusions as possible into every chunk of R's dialogue #he's a MAIN CHARACTER why would I make him this incomprehensible #but now at least it's becoming clearer why my hanahaki!Eddie is the way he is #it's always kinda funny to uncover these lineages in your own writing #let this be a lesson that no matter how pretentious and baroque I get—it could always be worse

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Posted Ch. 4 of In which Enjolras spurns Grantaire's affections and Éponine gives him a piece of her mind... possibly prompting him to reconsider Preview:

“Cake?”

Enjolras, who had been watching the affectionate horseplay that had broken out between Grantaire and Gavroche, started and whipped around. Éponine was stiffly holding out a piece of cake to him, set on a plastic flower-shaped plate. Her face was twisted in a rather grimace-like smile.

“Oh.” Enjolras gingerly took the plate. “Thank you.”

Her duty done, Éponine turned and took to washing the pile of dishes that had been stacked up by the sink.

“May I help?” Enjolras offered.

Éponine grunted. “No thanks. Eat your cake.”

Enjolras hesitated a moment — it felt wrong standing here idly watching Eponine work. But as she continued scrubbing the plates without so much glancing in his direction, he eventually bowed his head and took a bite of cake.

A moment later, a tousled-looking Grantaire appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Hey guys. All’s well in here?” His gaze settled on Enjolras’s slice of cake and he beamed. “It’s good, isn’t it? I told you.”

Enjolras nodded. “Indeed.”

Grantaire reached around Éponine and grabbed the hand towel that hung by her elbow. Enjolras observed as the man seamlessly inserted himself into Éponine’s dishwashing routine, drying every item she washed and putting it away in the appropriate place.

“So, Enjolras, have you and Combeferre settled the thing you were debating last meeting?” Grantaire asked as he rearranged the stack of plates in the cupboard above Éponine’s head (he moved the larger plates to the bottom so that they fit together more neatly).

“Ah. The matter of the supposed counterargument to consequentialism?”

“Yeah. Something about a doctor killing someone who comes in for a nose job to donate their organs to three dying people...”

“Indeed. We’ve not settled it between us, no, but Combeferre is wrong. It’s perfectly consistent for a consequentialist to reject that repugnant conclusion. The farther removed consequences that would result from having a society where doctors can sacrifice their patients are, nonetheless, consequences — and undesirable ones at that. That thought experiment, while widely employed to refute consequentialism, is ultimately unsuccessful in doing so.”

Grantaire’s mouth tweaked into a lopsided, admiring grin. Éponine, on the other hand, rolled her eyes in a thoroughly unimpressed fashion. This did not escape the attention of either Enjolras or Grantaire, and the latter kicked his friend in the ankle. Éponine looked up to meet Grantaire’s unhappy gaze. Then, she ducked her head penitently.

“I’m gonna go get the gift opening started,” Éponine mumbled, and quit the kitchen.

Grantaire and Enjolras were left alone, the former frowning after Eponine’s retreating back and the latter staring uncomfortably at the floor. Finally, Enjolras cleared his throat.

“Grantaire,” he began. “If Éponine would rather I not be here, I can —”

“No. No, E.” Grantaire shook his head vehemently. Then he sighed and dropped his drying cloth on the dish rack. “Look... I’m sorry about Ép. She’s trying. This is just new to her. But she’ll come around.”

Enjolras blinked, then stared. This? What was “this”? Was “this” hanging out with Éponine and Grantaire in her apartment? Was “this” a thing now?

Grantaire stepped towards Enjolras. Enjolras started and almost backed away — but Grantaire only placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “Come on,” he said kindly. “Let’s go watch Azelma open her gifts.”

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Enjolras watched as Grantaire fastened the new necklace Azelma had received around her neck, fluffing her hair when he was done.

“Stylish!” he exclaimed. Then, turning to her friend, “Good taste Rachelle!”

Éponine clucked her tongue in appreciation. “Zelma, that would go so well with your green dress, hey?” She too thanked Rachelle, and then she was passing along the next gift.

Enjolras shifted his feet awkwardly. He wished Grantaire was the one passing out the gifts right now... That would be easier. He considered navigating around the gaggle of teenagers to get to Grantaire, but decided he couldn’t do so without looking like a fool. So, when Éponine stepped back again to watch Azelma open the next gift, Enjolras drew closer to her and coughed lightly.

“Éponine.”

She turned to him. Enjolras observed that she flinched ever so slightly, and he felt a wave of guilt. He shouldn’t have come here. It was clear he was ruining this special day for Éponine. He would just give her his gift now and take the first opportunity to leave.

Enjolras straightened his shoulders and held out an envelope to Éponine.

Éponine’s eyes flicked down to it, then widened in surprise. The envelope was addressed to Azelma.

“Oh.” Eponine lifted her head again to meet Enjolras’s gaze. He wasn’t certain, but he thought she looked a little abashed. “Thank you…” she said, and her voice was softer than Enjolras had heard it yet.

When Azelma and Grantaire had finished cooing over her last gift, Éponine walked up to her sister. Dropping the envelope in her hand, she said something too quietly for Enjolras to hear. Azelma cast a surprised look in his direction. Then, her eyes crinkled in a smile. Behind Azelma’s shoulder, Grantaire too was smiling — it was a smile that overflowed with warmth and seemed to make his entire face shine.

“It’s a gift card to Duckfeet Dancewear,” Azelma announced, once she had opened the envelope. “Enjolras, how did you know I dance?”

“Your sister mentioned it,” Enjolras replied. “She said Grantaire was teaching you. I’m sorry, I’m aware gift cards are dull presents, but I didn’t know —”

“No.” Azelma shook her head, still smiling kindly. “Thank you. It’s perfect.”

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Grantaire and Éponine stood in front of Enjolras as he slipped his shoes on and retrieved his jacket from the closet. Grantaire was grinning at Enjolras he leaned against Éponine, his elbow perched on her shoulder. As for Éponine, her face was twisted in a rather strained, discomfited expression that solidified Enjolras’s resolve to hurry his departure. “Thank you very much for having me here tonight,” he said, his voice carefully measured. He nodded first to Grantaire, then to Éponine.

“Our pleasure, E.” Grantaire chirped. “Was fun having you around. Come on over anytime, yeah?”

Enjolras flinched. Then, he frowned. “Grantaire, with all due respect…” He had intended to finish by saying that that wasn’t Grantaire’s invitation to make. However, at that moment his mind flashed back to Grantaire effortlessly putting away Eponine’s dishes, play-wrestling with Gavroche, fastening the necklace for Azelma… and he wondered whether that would even be a correct statement.

Suddenly, Enjolras’s reverie was broken by Éponine stepping towards him. She looked distressed, and Enjolras again felt remorse at having intruded against her will. But then, she extended her hand to him to shake.

“Thank you so much for bringing Azelma a gift,” she said quietly. “That was really nice of you.”

Enjolras’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “But of course. You needn’t thank me for that. It was her birthday party after all.”

Éponine smiled at him — a small, rueful smile that nonetheless seemed to soften her aspect. There was a moment’s silence, in which Eponine and Enjolras simply stood looking at each other. Then Grantaire cleared his throat.

“You’re supposed to shake her hand, E.” His voice was loaded with amusement — perhaps even joy.

Enjolras started. With a somewhat spasmodic gesture, he reached forward and clasped Éponine’s proffered hand.

“À plus tard,* Éponine.”

Her grip tightened on his hand, and her words somehow seemed laced with significance as she responded: “À bientôt,** Enjolras.”

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As soon as the door closed behind Enjolras, Grantaire’s arm flashed towards Éponine and hooked her waist. With a flourish that could only have come from his dance training, he spun her into him and enveloped her in a hug.

“I’m proud of you.”