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So, hypothetically, what would you all say if I were to say that I’m writing a story about the July Revolution of 1830 and the formation of Les Amis?
#yep mhm 100% hypothetically#les mis#les miserables#les misérables#les amis#les amis de l'abc#les mis fanfiction#les mis fan fiction#les mis fanfic#les mis fan fic#july revolution#july revolution of 1830#the july revolution of 1830
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yooo got any les mis fan fic recs where they’re in love & one character is ace?
ty!💖
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i'm just trying to write my stupid les mis cinderella fan fiction and this guy keeps peeking over at my screen in class. honestly i hope he's enjoying it
#les mierables#les mis#enjolras#grantaire#les mis fanfic#ao3 fanfic#fan fiction#fan fic writing#fan fic author#ao3
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Help me, Amis fandom, how are y’all modernizing Enjolras’ politics? Javert is easy—petty agents of fascism are perennial—and Marius’ militarism is a problem but not a thorny one thanks to liberal hawks, but wtf to do with this guy who shoots at least two people in the head for the principles he espouses? How does he not become a secular Koresh with all the proselytizing and stockpiling firearms? State monopolization of political violence in modern America might foil me and I resent that.
I understand that this is largely handled by having him not shoot a minimum of two people in the head, but I consider that suboptimal.
#les mis#les misérables#enjolras#I know one solution is to not write modern american au#as would make more sense for a brick fan#or simply to not fic as has been my previous solution#but#reasons?
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Twenty - Three
Summary: The past comes to visit Enjolras while on the vastness of the ocean.
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of Courfeyrac being questioned about Enjolras. Dated view of women..life…marriage. Mentioning of a duel. Angst in relation to what happened to Enjolras with the Royal army.
Thank you for reading! ❤️s & reblogs are always welcome. Feedback is also very…very welcome!
“Enjolras, take your angel and get out here.”
He nodded. “Go to my solicitor. He will surely help you, Grantaire if he is with us.”
“Fine, now go! Run!”
Courfeyrac met his comrade’s, his friend’s eyes one last time. Then he watched as he ran off holding his angel’s hand.
His arm trembled as he lowered it. Nights prior, they had sworn to the death. Their hands clasped in the promise. Even then he had not wanted it to get to that.
He deserved a life and so did Enjolras. Especially since the sweetest angel had entered his life. His friend deserved to have the life people dreamed of.
The only strings he had connected him to Govroche which was severed no more then an hour ago, the one with Grantaire shook. Last he saw him, he was slumped over drunk in a corner. Willing he released the one with Enjolras. He wanted his friend to be happy.
Behind him the wood burst as what remained of the doors flew open, cold fear ran down his back. Royal soldiers poured out. One that appeared taller turned and his sharp eye landed on him.
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Stars erupted in front of his eyes as another blow landed. “Tell me where he is?”
“Who?” He would not betray his friend.
More blows landed.
Behind them he heard a shuffling sound. Blinking he saw a staggering Grantaire.
“Enjolras, where are you?” He rubbed an eye.
In his hazy sight, from under a swollen eye he watched as the tall solider turned to him.
The man grabbed Grantaire by the collar. “This Enjolras where is he?”
*******
A stewart helped Enjolras carry the trunk to the small cabin the two of you were going to share. You followed close behind and only kept your eyes on them.
The trunk took up most of the room.
“Your solicitor made arrangements that you and your wife,” Pausing, he glanced at you. You replied with a polite nod. “There is another gentleman traveling in a manner similar to the two of you. The two of you, and the man shall dine with members of the crew, if you wish it.”
Enjolras brushed his hands against his trousers once they placed the trunk on the floor. “We will consider it.”
“The food with us will be more to your liking, and what you are accustomed to.”
Enjolras, pressed his lips together and nodded. Reaching into his pocket, you caught the twinkle of a coin.
The man gestured dismissively with a hand. “Thank you, but all has been arranged.” He held the brim of his hat and nodded. “I shall leave you both, as I have to aid with the prep of departure. Monsieur, Madame.”
You could barely give him a polite nod. Your heart thudded heavily. Desperately, you tried to ground yourself, you fidgeted with your gloves behind your back.
The door creaked and the clang as he closed it behind him, it made you wince.
“Ange?” Enjolras’s voice sounded far away. You were certain you felt his solid warmth.
*******
A part of him was bemused. The first night he visited you, a fainting spell fell over you. Here you both were about to embark on a journey that would carry the two of you to a new life, a new world and here you were as delicate as a flower in his arms. And yet, you were strong, standing firm as he fought the royals but now you wilt. Something, about it made him smile.
He traced the curve of your cheek with his scarf. He was grateful they had left some cool water in the room. He taken it upon himself to moistened his scarf. As he continued to graze your features relief filled him as he saw a gentle stirring within you.
“Enjolas?” Your lashes danced against your cheeks as you came around. The flush in your cheeks was finally beginning to fade.
“Yes, mon amour?” Your eyes met his, he smiled.
“I fainted?”
“Yes, and once again I caught you.” He added softly. “Something I shall never tire of.”
******
You had removed the pins from your hair, they were in a neat pile on the table beside the bed. Nestling close to Enjolras, you rested your head on his chest. Glancing down, you eyed both yours and Enjolras’s boots as they sat on the floor at the end of the bed. Despite, being assured by the captain that the waters wouldn’t be terribly choppy, the two of you had tucked them into a tight niche. You hoped that the captain was right and the choppy seas would be later on in the trip.
Tilting your head so, you caught Enjolras eye. He grimaced.
“Shall, I refer to as Julien while we dine on this ship? Or as …”
Your words got lost in your throat. You had never imagined anything like this ever happening.
He smiled then.
“You may only refer to me as your amazing husband.” He paused and his lips curled into a quick smile. He cleared his throat. “In all seriousness, perhaps Julien. No one except my family knows me by that name.”
You nodded. “Julien.” You tested it again on your lips.
A smirk curled his lips. “I never thought I’d enjoy hearing my given name on anyone’s lips.”
You gave him a shy smile.
*******
In small mirror, you managed to set your hair once again. Turning your head, you eyed yourself. You gave Enjolras a smile as your eyes met his.
You turned and looker up at him. “Is it ok, that I’m nervous?”
He nodded. “Yes, love. But remember you charmed my heart and all those that met you. And you will once again.”
You nodded.
******
You practically hopped into Enjolras, grasping his arm while walking down the corridor. A sizable rat squeaked as it scuttled past the two of you.
“Don’t like rats ?”
You nodded, glancing behind the two of you. “They would constantly invade the cellar and ruin things.”
“I don’t like them either. I was grateful where I lived they never climbed so high. Though, Courfeyrac complained bitterly about them.”
******
As much as he wished to eat with the crew, etiquette dictated that a man of his standing would eat with the captain. To be fair, he had befriended General Lamarque and that had not gone so bad. Perhaps, the captain would share stories of being the ship.
Despite starting a new life he would not let it change who he was. Life would certainly be easier in some ways but he would remain aware of the world around him and you. Inwardly, he sighed. He had truly been given a second chance, a chance with you. He would make this work.
*******
“There I was standing on the foremast. The waves were as big as hills in the country side.”
The captian paused, and cackled. He brought one of his ruddy hands to his chest.
“Madame, excuse my enthusiasm. It has been a long time since I’ve shared my stories or been in front of a lady.”
“Oh.” You gave the captain a smile. “You are quiet alright, Monsieur.” You took a sip from tankard.
“You are kind. Julien, you have a good wife. It has been too long since we have had such a sweet presence on board.”
You could see how the remark pleased him.
“I will agree with you. Lucky a man is to have such a good wife.”
You flushed at his kind words.
*****
With your arm looped with Enjolras’s, you walked back to your quarters.
“I believe that went well.” You said happily.
He patted your arm. “I agree.”
“Monsieur Julien?”
Your heart stilled, a nervousness blossomed in your stomach. As you both turned to the voice.
Enjolras rose his eyebrows, as a questioning look washed over his face. “Monsieur Fournier ?”
“Yes, may I ask for a moment of air with you?” He quickly looked between the two of you.
Enjolras, pressed his lips together, then nodded. He glanced down at you. “I’ll see you back at our cabin.”
You nodded.
*******
The floorboards creaked and groaned as the boat cut through the water. The air, was not dank here on the deck. Glancing upward, he squinted as he took in the sight of the white sails flapping in the wind of the setting son. He marveled for a moment that a man could know the winds and where to follow them. Despite how brash the captain was, he was a smart man.
All that surrounded them was the water. He swallowed down the unease it planted in him. He didn’t like that there was no where to escape to. He felt as confined as he did in that alleyway where he had clanged swords with that solider.
He had thought surely he was close to breathing his last but Courfeyrac had appeared and shot that man down. He truly hoped his friend, his comrade was still among the living.
“Over dinner, it struck me you are Marquis Alarie’s son, are you not?”
Enjolras, stilled and he turned to the man. He had not wanted to go above deck with him but surely avoiding an invitation such as that would be suspicious. He, both of you had to be careful.
“It is I, Bellamy.” A huge smile appeared. It fought against the vivid scar that was across the man’s face. “We used to get into the muck quite a bit when our mothers allowed it.”
He narrowed his eyes as looked the young man over. Then his eyes grew.
“Bellamy! My old friend what are you doing here? And your face? What happened?” What had happened in his adult years. He had always been too boastful; he could only guess that it caught up with him.
His friend smirked before shrugging it off. “A duel with a Royal Solider.”
Enjolras’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“I had been flirting with this girl. Apparently, she split her time between me and the solider.”
Enjolras ndded.
“So, I made her choose. I am no fool.”
“You never were.” He agreed.
“So at one dawn; a few weeks ago was our duel.” He chuckled. “It was fantastically dramatic. Something that would appear in books. I even managed to wing him through the pain and blood that fell into my eyes after the blow he landed. Its by miracle my physician saved me.”
Enjolras just shook his head. “Your handsome face is gone.”
He smirked. “I have character now.” He took a step closer to him, his chest puffed out. “And he’s stuck with a girl with a so so family. Not that it matters now.” He sighed. “Father, figured I had better go to London in case the solider gets drunk and wants to finish what he started.”
“They can be pretty ruthless.”
He nodded. “He had wanted to deal a death blow. What little feelings she had lingering for me caused her to pull him away.”
Enjolras made a face. “She was there?”
“She insisted.”
“Ah, that kind.” He pressed his lips together.
“Yeah.” His friend gestured to his hand. “What happened there?”
“Solider.”
“Ah. Good thing, he didn’t take the hand.”
“Yes, luck lingers around us apparently.”
“Well, I better let you get back to your little cabbage. She seems sweet and delicate.” He paused. “May I be bold, old friend?”
Enjolras nodded. “With our past? Of course you can be.”
“I had always thought you’d marry someone more feisty.”
Inwardly, he smiled. You were strong, but he wasn’t about to divulge that. “She is my sweet girl.”
“Good. I am happy for you.”
*****
Enjolras, locked and leaned against the door. You immediately stopped pacing and came over to him. “Are you alright? Should I, should we be worried?”
Enjolras cupped your cheek, his thumb gently caressed your cheek. A smirk curled his cheeks.
Confusion blossomed in you. “Julien?”
“Nothing happened, mon amour.” He smiled. “He is friend when I was nothing more then a boy. He is not aware of what came of me after our childhood years.”
“The two of you used to be friends?” You brought a hand to your mouth.
“We were.” Enjolras chuckled. “He’s here because of a duel. He will only help our cover all the more.”
“Happy to hear it. I had been worried.”
“Soon, once we are on firm ground we will no longer have to worry.”
*******
Leaning just so, Enjolras snuffed the candle’s flame, once he laid back he pulled you close.
Greeting his past just now made he wonder. If he would have been that insufferable. Inwardly, he shook his head grateful his life led to this moment.
“Enjolras?”
“Are you sure everything is ok?”
“Yes.”
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#joseph quinn#joseph quinn fanfiction#joe quinn fanfic#enjolras#bbc!enjolras#bbc!enjolras x fem!reader#bbc! les mis#bbc! les miserables#enjolras x reader#enjolras x y/n#enjolras x you#bbc! enjolras fanfiction#enjolras angst#enjolras fluff#enjolras fanfic#les miserable fanfiction#les miserables fan fic#a time to love and to fight#part 23#joseph quinn fluff#joseph quinn angst
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You're either in the Les Mis fandom for the revolutionary twinks or the repressed old men. I am here for the old men. And so
#image description in alt text#les mis#Combferre#Coufeyrac#les miserables#jean Valjean#javert#original#the third option is liking les mis for the waterloo chapter - in which case u r colm wilkinson#i am here for jean valjean and everything else is secondary#tho ofc i am very happy that people like the friends of the ABC. i also love them. i just have trouble recalling who is who.#i read this book half a lifetime ago and idk if i will ever be able to read it again. but still i know bahorel is the big fighter#and feuilly makes fans and jollllly is a hypochondriac and i still remember everything about enjy and R bc i was feral for them at age 15#i still love them but now in my old age (28) i long mainly for dilfs#give me a buff white-haired daddy with a big heart and bigger tits. he can kiss the dumbass cop as long as the dumbass stops being a cop#fics where javert remains in the police are a little confusing to me#vicky hugs had no idea the staying power these 12 or so twinks would have i love that for him#edit: to everyone responding to this with an explanation of who combeferre and coufeyrac are#- I love you and I appreciate you and no matter how hard I try I cannot hold on to that info longer than 7 minutes at a time
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Finally it is done! The final chapter and the epilogue of Under a moonlit sky are now online.
Fantine gets a family, Tholomyes gets his just desserts and most importantly, Cosette gets to grow to happy and healthy with her mother.
Also there's werewolves
Enjoy!
#a talia original#talia writes#under a moonlight sky#fantine/bahorel#Fantine#bahorel#Les mis#les mis fic#fantine/happiness#tholomyes/getting punched#cosette/a happy childhood#canon divergence#canon era#fantine fan fest#it's still februari in my heart
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it occurs to me that really none of the component parts of Supernatural are copyright enforceable. Like, they did not come up with werewolves, vampires, witches, angels, enochian, sigils, or wards. Monster hunting is a tale as old as dirt.
What is stopping Supernatural writers from turning their casefics into a cottage industry of small-s supernatural novels? The premise is compelling, there are enough hunter!aus out there in other fandoms to prove that. The talent is there. Is this already a thing and I'm just not in the loop? Please tell me this is a thing. New pulp paperback genre, give it to me
#supernatural#I don't even really go here but I have a healthy respect for the show and what it was doing#I've only seen a random selection of episodes up through season eight and then bc my girlfriend was a fan#but the fic game is so good#also unrelated but Under My Wings the epic length les mis hunter au updated today
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in honor of Valentine's Day here are my two most romantic fics
Convergence
Prouvaire and Combeferre find that they've grown closer than they realized.
Like A Bird On A Branch
Lesgle goes to stay at Joly's and finds more than he expected there.
#we <3 the friends-to-lovers trope over here if u could not tell#combeferre#jean prouvaire#bossuet#joly#les mis#fan fiction#my writing#my fic
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congratulations, you’re legally obligated to give me enjolras-centric fic recs
#enjolras x grantaire#enjolras#les miserables#les mis#les amis de l'abc#grantaire#exr#enjoltaire#enjolras/grantaire#les misérables#les amis#fanfiction#fan fiction#fic
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I just found a fan fiction that i read once and have been looking for for 3 years!!! And im actually a little embarrassed about how excited i am about this
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you’ll see // wait for me by gracelessbeliever:
The bottle didn't leave his side, nor did his private affections for the man raving before him, some tangent that Grantaire was closely following- his eyes attached to the other's lips, but ears equally attentive to his words.
"That is no world to live in," the man was saying, arms firm against his sides, the stillness containing a power that may have been lost with wild gestures. "to work in a factory- it's a prison. Convicts have lived better lives."
It was true enough, but easier said when you could afford the belief that the world would get better. All Grantaire could afford, he thought to himself, was the comforting, bottomless bottle in his hand.
"I'll drink to that," he said genuinely, raising it up with half a smile, whole in Enjolras' light.
(Les Miserables, 8k, Teen & Up, Inspired by Hadestown, Enjolras/Grantaire, In Progress)
#stevie writes fic#fan fic#fan fiction#les mis#les miserables#enjolras#grantaire#enjoltaire#hadestown#you'll see // wait for me#ys/w4m
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the fanfics that I resist reading the longest always end of being my faves—
like when I was reading a lot of byler stuff & there was this one fic that shipped Will with some guy named Boris who was from a totally diff thing— a movie? book? The…Goldfinch?
why would I read such a fic?
but finally when I’d read all the other good fics, I was like ehh what the hell—I’ll give Boris a try.
& I ended up getting so invested in the character that I had to read the huge angsty amazing book he came from.
& gosh darn— it just happened again!
I was reading Enjolras/Grantaire fics (Les Mis fandom) & there was this one fic that had a ton of kudos but was a poly ship of my guys plus some dood named Combeferre.
no thanks…
but eventualllyy I was like okayyyy I’ll try. & shiiit it ended up being the most wonderful cozy brilliant fic! & this guy Combeferre! well! I fell so in love I had to go buy Les Misérables (aka “the brick”) to get to know him better ❤️
now, I’m resisting reading a highly rated fic in the Les Mis fandom cuz it’s a Supernatural AU & I’m not super into that buuuuut knowing me, I probably will be :P
#les mis#enjoltaire#granjolferre#enjolferre#grantferre#grantjolferre#the goldfinch#boreo#tgf#ao3#fan fic#fan fiction
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I.
“I’ve fucked up,” Enjolras says, like it’s a revelation. Combeferre doesn’t roll his eyes, though it’s obvious he wants to. His long nose twitches and wide nostrils flare, just slightly. Enjolras swallows, bruised and grateful and aching. Combeferre is always so patient with him. “So we’ll fix it,” is his quiet friend’s response, the low baritone of his voice calm and even. Enjolras nods, pretends his hands aren’t shaking, and throws himself into planning for the summer ahead. Tries not to think of the cold burn of Grantaire’s disdain. Tries, instead, to honour Musichetta’s anger. To shake off his own solipsism and instead practice consideration for his friends who are scared, or injured, or missing. Breathes quietly, unclenches his cold white fists, makes himself small in the corner behind the couch, and starts fixing. Carves space for the needs of Les Amis. Carves space, for the first time perhaps, for a break of his own. The fluttering ache in his chest is a many feathered thing, and he quells its trembling with resigned, familiar ease.
II.
He could get drunk on this alone, he thinks, the glass of merlot in his hand notwithstanding. Could get drunk on just watching R gesticulate enthusiastically from his perch on the pallet bench. Amelza had built a rooftop garden from old pallets and industrial tubing, creating an urban Eden in the heart of the city. The profile of R’s face is stark against the brilliant midsummer sunset blanketing Paris, as viewed from the Thenardier sisters’ rooftop. His dark curls are framed by the wild tendrils of the hanging plants secured above their seat. Enjolras’s gaze greedily traces the broad flat line of his nose, the high cheekbones and heavy set of his chin. He looks like the only person Enjolras has ever wanted, and the unbidden memory of the last time, the only other time, that they had sat this close to drink red wine together creeps into Enjolras’s mind. There’s a reason he doesn’t drink often, just as there’s a reason he doesn’t spend time alone with Grantaire. It’s self preservation. It’s the evasion of an inevitable, second rejection. But in this moment, with R laughing and dominating their conversation—warm and friendly and so infuriatingly, intimidatingly, smart—Enjolras allows himself the small indulgence. The sunset is a burst of bruised violet and calendula, and Enjolras takes a gulp of his wine, finding solace in the cover of the burgeoning night and allowing himself to want, quietly, desperately, in silence.
III.
He’s been resisting his own desire for so long that it has become second nature.
For a long time he had thought he just didn’t feel this kind of want, didn’t feel inclined towards sex or romance or any of it. And then Grantaire had poked holes in this meticulous self assessment, and had fallen into his heart, into his head, into his bed. Enjolras has nurtured his one sided infatuation for years, has accepted R’s rebuff with graceless determination. At one point he had tried moving on deliberately, but he’s since resigned himself to the fact that, if it took nineteen years for someone to sneak into his heart, it may very well take another nineteen years for someone else to displace him. He’s been callous and ungracious in his hurt and he knows it, but following his latest massive fuck up he’s pushed himself to get close to R, and allowed a true friendship to blossom. He knows he bears the burden of responsibility, knows that the animosity between them has been his own fault.
He’s been resisting his own desire for so long, a silent solitary act of self preservation, that when his control slips he isn’t expecting it.
[Cont'd at https://archiveofourown.org/works/39562173]
(Enjolras fumbles his way through a journey towards love: snapshots of Enjolras’s perspective during it’s a Whole Damn Situation)
#les miserables fan fic#my fan fic#enjoltaire#exr#les mis posting#when ur too sick to function so u post things u have already written cuz it makes u feel like ur being productive
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Three chapters in to my latest slavefic - canon era Grantaire rescuing Enjolras, if that might be your cup of tea.
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Quick fandom post. (In case, for any of my followers..fellow writers) @wroteclassicaly @rehfan etc, etc
I adore Gator Tillman. Yes, he is toxic…and down right horrible at times. Joe Keery was AMAZING in the roll. But I will not be blocking anyone who likes..writes for him.
PS…just because you don’t like a character..a ship or storyline doesn’t mean or give someone the excuse to be mean or rude..remember…don’t like something?? Keep on scrolling.
*steps off soap box*
And goes back to finishing my new Enjolras chapter. Life back to normal after being sick and busy with the holidays.
Last chapter from A Time to love and to Fight
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