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syrupsyche · 9 months

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Instead of working on the actual fic, I'm going to be sharing headcanons on my canon era Enjsette siblings au. I would probably mention some parts of it in the fic(s) I'll be sharing but if they never see the light of day, here are some of them! Shoutout to @pumpkinspice-prouvaire for inspiring this post <3

Fantine absolutely adored getting matching EVERYTHING for her kids: that goes for their names (Eugène and Euphrasie), their outfits, and even their hairstyles. She likes to match her hairstyles with them as well :')

Speaking of hair, since Enjolras has the same hair as her, she lets it grow out so that she can comb and style it. He may be 3 years old but he sure has a ton of hair

When they get placed with the Thenardiers, just as how Mme. Thenardier was Cosette's main tormentor, M. Thenardier would be Enjolras'

Other than the canonical heavy labour Cosette had to do, Enjolras would be sent out to pickpocket from the inn's customers and the rest of the town's inhabitants as well

Whenever Enjolras got caught, Thenardier would put on a big act and punish him in front of whoever was the victim ("My sincerest apologies, good monsieur/madame! He must have gotten his nastiness from his good-for-nothing mother.") before taking him away and just punishing him once more for getting caught

(And I'm not saying this is where Enj would get his immensely deep-rooted sense of injustice from but im NOT not saying that either :))

Cosette and Enjolras would try to take the brunt of the punishments for each other but that just became getting twice the punishment. Eventually, they learnt to just rely and comfort each other afterwards

When Valjean comes to find them, he buys Catherine for Cosette and a toy soldier for Enjolras. He named him Jacques.

Enjolras took longer than Cosette to warm up to Valjean (M. Thenardier was his tormentor after all, so his trust in male authority figures was already low), but eventually grew to trust him once his sister did

Enjolras especially loved hearing Valjean read to him. Valjean read the usual children's books and fairytales but when Enjolras began begging for more, he just gave up and started reading anything he could get his hands on: history, philosophy, etc. (which is why Enjolras turned out Like That)

When they move to the convent, while Cosette went to school, Enjolras stayed in the hut and continued being taught by Valjean (and Fauchelevent!) While Cosette was intended to become a nun, Enjolras was to take over as the convent gardener

Cosette would run up to the hut and chat with Enjolras whenever it was playtime- they would exchange whatever they had learnt during the day

Slowly, Enjolras got his hands on more and more radical books, teaching himself about the current political climate of France and devoting all his time to reading and (attempting to) write his own essays

Eventually, when the family left the convent, it was partially to allow Enjolras to pursue his new-found interest in politics as well as the canonical reason of letting Cosette explore society.

Due to their difference in interests, Enjolras and Cosette grew apart, though all 3 family members clearly still cared for one another deeply

Understanding the dangers of dabbling in politics, he decided to go by a moniker in order to keep his private family away from his public affairs. Thus, Enjolras was born.

This is where my fics begin to pick up from so I guess no more spoilers (??) Hope this made some bit of sense or at the very least, the drawings were enjoyable! :D

#les mis #les mis fanart #cosette fauchelevent #enjolras #cosette #fantine #jean valjean #syrup ramble #syrup art tag #syrup writing #enjolsette #OFEA

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cliozaur · 5 months

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Hugo does exactly what he did in the chapter about Cosette’s "virginal room"—he initially claims he won't discuss it, citing, "There are things which one must not attempt to depict," and then proceeds to delve into all possible details.

After almost two months of reading about the barricade, suddenly four months have passed in just one chapter. Does this mean we're expected to forget about the barricade and the cause Les Amis stood for? There isn't a single reminder of the principles Marius’ friends died for. Instead, we're in a romantic fairytale where wealthy relatives solve all your problems. I am glad for Cosette that she doesn’t have to work (especially considering that all female labour was hard and unfairly paid for) and can continue her comfortable bourgeois life. And I like how Jean Valjean found an ideal moment to announce that “Mademoiselle Euphrasie Fauchelevent” (aka Cosette) is a rich bride, and thus defended her honour and dignity. But what does it all mean for Marius? Will he just return to his idle dreaming? Was it all for nothing?

And I do not understand why Hugo decided to bring up the topic of Marius’ “intimate friend,” Courfeyrac, letting Gillenormand ask what has happened to him. And why is it “good” that he is dead? I fail to grasp the function of this sad reminder.

An uncomfortable parallel strikes me between Cosette’s murmuring with Marius and Gillenormand’s rambling. They are the only two characters who talk so extensively in this chapter. Even though their styles of expression differ, and while Cosette says many things that might seem cute – that similarity is right there!

#les mis letters #lm 5.5.4 #les miserables #cosette #jean valjean #marius pontmercy #courfeyrac #gillenormand #les amis de l'abc

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cosettepontmercys · 11 months

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do the people with the url euphrasie or fauchelevent know how lucky they are. do they.

#post: personal

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notalisonyet · 2 years

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When I listen to songs from Les Misérables, I find the music overlaid with words and images from the original book: a hand outlined in a muzzle flash; a chair moved farther and farther away; a branding iron picked up willingly; a doll as big as a child; a nun who has never told a lie; the fate of a town after its major employer flees; climbing over a garden wall and finding someone you once helped; a foot immovable on a child’s coin; Friends of the A-B-C; a life wrecked because a manager was certain of what a moral man like the mayor would want; the fortune of “Madamoiselle Euphrasie Fauchelevant”; the Thénardiess; calling out the word “Father!”; émeute.

#les miserables #les miz #musicals #victor hugo #literature #french literature

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devictoire · 3 years

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general.

name. euphrasie cosette fauchelevent ( pontmercy, after her marriage ). nicknames/known as. ursule/ursula ( mistakenly by marius ), the lark, alouette, mademoiselle lanoire. age and date of birth. eighteen. march 15th, 1815. gender and pronouns. cisfemale (she/her). sexuality. hetreosexual. status. single/married/verse dependent.

background.

family. félix tholomyès ( biological father; unknown; hopefully dead ), fantine ( mother; deceased ), jean valjean ( adoptive father )spouse. marius pontmercy place of birth. paris, france education. mixed education. she was tutored by valjean before being taught at the convent. occupation. none. religion. catholic ( practicing ).

appearance.

hair. loose curls ( 2a/2b ). her hair is a shade between blonde and brown, it's difficult to tell what exactly it is. she was blessed with natural golden highlights. when she was younger, it appeared much more brown as it was filthy most of the time. her hair is still quite thin due to neglect in her youth, but it's hard to tell. eye color. blue. skin tone. fair. height. 5'3" weight. 93lbs ( still quite skinny from childhood neglect )faceclaim. samara weaving.

personality.

traits. a timid child grew into a beautiful and fierce and strong woman with a thirst for more than her sheltered life, but content and gratitude for what she has now. she loves passionately and quickly. mbti. tba. enneagram. tba. moral alignment. chaotic good mental. post-traumatic stress disorder, high stress and anxiety ( especially in her youth ), occasional depressive episodes as a side effect of ptsd which also makes it difficult for her to remember certain things about her childhood.

#about.#dni.

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gathersroses · 2 years

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COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT.

GENERAL.

NAME, euphrasie cosette fauchelevent

ALIASES. cosette (from what she knows, this is her real, full name), alouette, the lark

AGE. eighteen

BIRTHDATE. march 18, 1815

GENDER. female

SEXUALITY. hetreosexual

STATUS. single / married to marius pontmercy / verse dependent

ETHNICITY. white

NATIONALITY. french

BIRTHPLACE. paris, france

RESIDENCE. rue plumet in paris, france

APPEARENCE.

HEIGHT. 5’4”

WEIGHT. 94lbs

BODY TYPE. thin, was malnourished as a child & hasn’t white adapted yet

SKIN TONE. fair

HAIRSTYLE. curly

HAIR COLOR. dirty blonde

EYE COLOR. blue

SCARS. several, mostly on her arms and shoulders with a few on her legs

FACECLAIM. ellie bamber

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS. positive, kind, selfless, curious, strong-willed, determined, loyal, quiet, keeps to herself, pensive.

HABITS. chews on her lower lip, bites her nails

HOBBIES. reading, dancing

FEARS abandonment, separation

RELATIONSHIP.

FATHER. felix tholomays (biological), jean valjean (adopted)

MOTHER. fantine

SISTER. none

BROTHER. none

SIGNIFICANT OTHER. marius pontmercy (husband)

SON. verse dependent

DAUGHTER. verse dependent

EXTRA.

MBTI. tba.

ENNEAGRAM. tba.

ALIGNMENT. tba.

HISTORY.

born from a passionate love affair, euprhaise to félix tholomyès and his mistress, fantine on march 18th in the year 1815. fantine nicknamed her “cosette,” meaning, “little thing.”

when she was three years old, her father abandoned her love. fantine left cosette under the care of innkeepers, monsieur and madame thénardier. the moment her mother left, the innkeepers showed their true selves and intentions. cosette was treated horribly by them. only a child, she was treated more like a misused maid.

until christmas of 1823 when jean valjean saved her. he gave her the doll she’d been eyeing in the window, who she named catherine.

to escape from his past, jean valjean took the name fauchelevent which became cosette’s surname. while he worked as a gardener, cosette studied at the convent school.

at the age of fourteen, she had grown into a beautiful young woman and valjean moved them into rue plummet. cosette took up gardening, a small look into the world. she and her papa continued to do charity work, handing out coins to beggars and feeding the hungry.

three years later, cosette fell in love with marius pontmercy, a revolutionary she met briefly at the gardens. they introduced themselves. but when cosette returned to her father, he was suspicious of the young man and warned her not to see him again.

a letter from a beggar man inspired valjean and cosette to bring warm clothes and money they didn't have to their apartment. but upon finding their home, cosette recognized the family as her former abusers. stricken by cold fear, cosette tried to warn her father. they get away. cosette begged him not to return as he said he would, but valjean insisted it was the only way to get them off their back. valjean returned, hurting from whatever happened; he spared cosette the details.

valjean left for a few days, leaving cosette behind. but one night, after receiving a letter, marius pontmercy arrived. they met up every night. valjean is alarmed by a scream and moves himself and cosette to their apartment, intending to move them to england. cosette begged him not to. she wrote a letter to marius, telling him of where she was.

the next day, the june rebellion began. marius wrote a letter back, but it never got to her. instead, valjean reads the letter and goes to find marius. he saved his life. cosette did everything she could to help marius as he mourned his friends and healed from his wounds. he proposed and she accepted.

the day of their wedding was bittersweet. before the ceremony, valjean disappeared. marius told her he went on a journey far away. it broke her heart to not have her beloved father at her wedding. afterwards, marius took her to a convent where cosette got to see her father again before he died.

#interaction: c. fauchelevent #study: c. fauchelevent #headcanon: c. fauchelevent #visage: c. fauchelevent #aesthetic: c. fauchelvent

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baronmpontmercy · 4 years

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Lil Cosette warmup doodle from earlier that I ended up really liking. It’s been way too long since I last drew Cosette and tbh everyone could do with more Cosette in their lives atm.

#cosette #cosette fauchelevent #les Mis #les miserables #euphrasie Fauchelevent #my art

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thepoorlark · 1 year

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sometimes my day is going fine and then I remember that Cosette accidentally left Catherine behind and never saw her doll again. the doll that was the start of a new beginning for her, a shadow of the childhood that was stolen from her. shoutout to the 2012 movie for letting Cosette bring Catherine with her !!

#cosette #cosette fauchelevent #lesmis #les miz #lesmiserables #the brick #les mis 2012 #victor hugo #catherinethedoll #thelark #euphrasie

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mona-liar · 4 years

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A Sinner’s Future, Chapter 12: Justice is a confusing wench and Rationality has never been the Policeman's strongest suit.

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There was something infinitely calming about finally facing the person Montparnasse had felt breathing down his neck in his dreams. It was the final calm of a heart that has stopped beating. Unmoving, without any movement which could possibly cause disturbances to break the silence.

Javert was the exact opposite of this calm. His jaw trembled from pressure, it was a miracle he could hold the rifle steady while he threatened Valjean with it.

“Once more : Where is Jehan?”

“Papa, what is going on? Who is it?” Cosette’s voice was loud and clear, impossible for Javert to have overheard.

“So, you have another accomplice, then? Was it you who broke Montparnasse out? Was this your plan all along?”

Montparnasse did not know what plan Javert could possible be alluding to, but he was in no situation to contradict him. Carefully, he took a few steps ups without letting the policeman and his gun out of his sight.

“Let’s give them a visit, shall we? Lead me to where they are.”

Valjean began to move backwards as well, carefully, as not to bump into anything standing in the corridor or in the room they used to spend their evenings and to eat.

“Papa, what- Holy mother of our saviour! Who are you? Papa, why is this man pointing a rifle at you?”

All in all, Montparnasse was surprised how calm Cosette was. After all, it was not every day that a uniformed man stepped into your house and held your own father at gun point. But considering this was how she had greeted Montparnasse and Jehan when they had first asked for shelter, maybe it was not so unusual as he had first thought.

“Good evening, mademoiselle. My name is Inspector Javert, and these two men are dangerous criminals. Are you on their side?”

Montparnasse could barely stifle a burst of laughter at Javert’s naïve question and the incredulous look on Cosette’s face it resulted in. If only the inspector had taken the time to ask him whether he had killed the people of whose murder he had been accused before throwing him into a cold and dark cell.

Before Cosette could say something, Jehan took it upon themself to give their father an answer.

“She is helping me take care of my leg injury, father. Please, lay the rifle aside, I beg you.”

Jehan had never been this tense before, or at least not in a way Montparnasse had been present to witness it. The closest they had ever come to this was likely when they interrogated Montparnasse before breaking him out of prison. Admittedly, no one’s life had been directly at stake back then, so this small factor could easily explain the behavioural difference. In very much the same way, Jehan had not been caught between their own father and people he had given everything up for and with a loaded and dangerous in between, like they were now.

“Jehan!” For one moment, Javert’s grip around the butt of the gun slightly eased off, maybe they could clear everything up without anyone being seriously injured or even dying. Then he saw his child’s face, the slight bruises which had developed on their child and nose, likely from landing face first on the ground, and immediately secured his grip on the gun once more, quickly alternating between Montparnasse and Valjean before eventually setting on threatening the older man. It was clear he represented the bigger threat to him.

“What did you do to them? Did they try to escape and you had to stop them? You truly have no heart.” Javert spit out these last words, steel cold gaze fixed on Valjean, ready for any movement he could interpret as potentially threatening.

“No, Father, it is not like you think! They are innocent, I-“

“Jehan, I love you, and I will get you out of here. I know you don’t want anyone to get harmed, but this is not possible in this situation. Just stay where you are and I will get you out of here safely.”

“I-“

“Do you know who these two men are, mademoiselle?”

“Of course, Inspector.” The title flew over Cosette’s lips like venom. “The man you have been threatening to kill since stepping foot into our house is my father, Jean Valjean and the other is one of our guests, Montparnasse. You, on the other hand, have not been invited into my home, Monsieur.”

Cosette’s gaze was cold and hard. She was still kneeling at Jehan’s side and had her hand wrapped around theirs. When she said the word father, Javert looked at her, then at Valjean and back at her. Recognition dawned on his face.

“Ah, I see. So you are that woman’s daughter. He truly found you. What a shame.”

Cosette said nothing. Clearly, Javert’s opinion on her mother was not relevant to her. Or Valjean had already told her everything she needed to know while Jehan and Montparnasse had been busy having a snow fight.

“And do you know about him. About all the crimes he committed, what a monster he is? He is the wolf in sheep’s clothing. I must admit, you’ve done your work well, Montparnasse. As much as a criminal like you can do any kind of good work.”

“You still have not answered my questions, monsieur.” Exasperation and slight worry were beginning to mark Cosette’s face. Montparnasse truly hoped Javert would not get the chance to unveil all the crimes he had been accused of. There was no way to tell how many of the ones he had committed back in Paris had yielded any proof if the inspector had happened to look into them. This man was an abomination. Only because Thénardier had betrayed him in revenge and Javert had listened to him without second guessing anything he had been told, had he been forced to flee into the cold and freezing winter.

“Well, he is the Devil himself. Deceit wrapped inside a charming coat. He’s from Paris, you know? For years, the police there have been looking for him. Blasphemy, fraud are only the most simple of his crimes. At least 13 people-“

Montparnasse did not allow Javert to finish this sentence. With all his body weight, little as it was in comparison, he threw himself against the policeman and tackled him to the ground. The gun went off, a loud bang right next to his ear. Montparnasse paid it no mind for he struggled to get Javert under control. This man had ruined everything he had dreamed of and worked hard to achieve. Because of him, Montparnasse had needed to leave everything behind, had been obligated to confess to Jehan, had been shown on his knees in front of scum like Thénardier. He had not undergone all this struggle, all this pain for a marionette in uniform to push him off the cliff and watch him break his back on the shore spikes below. Jehan had accepted him for who he was, but they crave darkness to offset their own light. He could not expect the same of Cosette and Valjean.

The struggle lasted only for a few seconds in Montparnasse’s favour before he found himself on his with Javert’s fingers around his throat. The effect of his air supply being cut off were near immediate. Pain shot to Montparnasse’s brain, he could the strength fleeing from his muscles. Frantically, he tried to pry Javert’s finger away from him, without any success. Kicks did nothing, attacking his face proved fruitless as well.

Darkness began to take over Montparnasse’s field of vision. His arm fell to his side, devoid of any strength to hold it up and fight. It fell on something hard. Montparnasse tried to gasp for air, but he achieved nothing but a painful rattle as his lungs heaved but did not fill with oxygen. His fingers clawed around the object. The gun Javert had dropped. He could use it. The possibility to miss on such a short distance equalled zero. Not only would Montparnasse survive, he would get to feel Javert’s painful demise first hand as it left his body and splattered on his face, neck and torso, burning hot as only the departure of life can be.

Montparnasse gripped the gun more strongly. He only had one chance; he had to put all the strength left in his body into this one movement. A shrill ringing began to full his ears as even the darkness in his vision began to fade into nothingness.

He had to act now.

Lifting the gun felt strange, as if Montparnasse’s arm were disconnected from his body. His muscles screamed silently, but he willed them to go on. He could not die here. He would not allow himself to die here.

The gun was heavy and did nothing to lessen the weight the more Montparnasse struggled to pick it up and point it at least in Javert’s general direction. He had to survive! This was the closest to definite freedom he would ever get!

A dull thud, accompanied by a dark and huge blurred shadow resonated in the small room and suddenly, Montparnasse could breathe again.

The air got stuck in his lungs, he heaved and coughed, but the pressure on his airpipes was gone and he could freely breathe again, even if pain shot through his body each time he did.

“Parnasse!”, screamed Jehan.

“Papa!”, screamed Cosette.

Javert screamed in shock and surprise of the unexpected assault. After a few deep breaths, Montparnasse could finally identify what had actually happened.

Kneeling on top of Javert was Valjean, grey hair hazard and flying in all directions, clearly trying to get the man under him to stop moving, to bring the situation under control. Javert, however, was much more successful in his attempts of escape. One, two- three times he managed to free himself from Valjean’s grip, a grip which must be strong as steel and twice as painful, yet he was like a eel, slimy and armed with the knowledge of where to strike to cause the most pain, to make the fingers open in reflex. None of these short shots at freedom lasted long enough to allow him to struggle to his feet and win the upper hand, however. Valjean had clearly enough experience in these matters. Withing seconds, he had caught Javert once more, like one traps a fly in a jar. The third time, he pressed him face first into the ground, hands bound behind his back, sitting on his legs to prevent any other struggle.

“Run, you three idiots! Do you want to be arrested? Run, and take the horses with you! Cosette, you know how to find the road,” he shouted, clearly still struggling against Javert but less at risk of losing his holding.

“RUN!”

Montparnasse was already at his feet and pulled Jehan with him. They were still injured and he would not leave them behind.

As they walked and stumbled out of the door, Montparnasse could hear Valjean’s deep, booming and warm voice.

“Javert, I surrender, under the condition that you bring me to court immediately and without detour. If you try to follow these children, I will escape, hunt you down and you will never get another chance to bring me into the iron claws of justice ever again.”

He did not have to time to process what this meant until Cosette, Jehan and he were seated on the horses and galloping through the night, clutching their newfound freedom close to their hearts and chasing it into the night.

Tomorrow, they would have to pause, understand what had happened and decide on a course of action. That night, all they could do was flee the danger and ride towards their future shrouded in dawn.

[epilogue]

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#A Sinner's Future #Les Misérables #Les Mis #fanfiction #Montparnasse #javert #jean valjean #Cosette #Cosette Fauchelevent #Euphrasie #Euphrasie Fauchelevent #Jehan Prouvaire #Jean Prouvaire #fic 19 #my stuff #text post #my writing

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