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Okay, Les mis fandom, I would like help. Which song is the ultimate Enjoltaire song? No it can't be I will follow you into the dark (while great, it's not the vibe I'm going for. The vibe I'm going for is: "I love you and you'll never feel the same, but this is how I'm telling you.") Any suggestion helps. Preferably R, to Enj.
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Guys this might be totally stupid, but what if I wrote a domestic fic where Grantaire brings this ratty ass cat in off the street and Enjolras is like “ew what is that” but eventually grows to love it? Like, hypothetically speaking is this a good idea for a light hearted fluff fic?
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I started something new btw 💌
valvert modern au / post-seine / fake dating
it's gonna be fun!!! (at least, it'll sure be fun for me)
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sparklygraves · 4 months
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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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takemyhandexr · 11 months
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Take My Hand ExR 2023 Round-Up!
Below are links to every work that was a part of this year's bang, listed alphabetically by title with solo works at the bottom. All fics link to Archive of Our Own, and art links all link to Tumblr.
& i will follow you into the dark (fic) by @toomuchsky & i will follow you into the dark (art) by @wilwywaylan
(When We Were Young) We Used to Dream about Fires (fic) by @sugarspiceandsuperheroes (When We Were Young) We Used to Dream about Fires (art) by @tollundmen
Anatomy of a Sonata (fic) by @theworldfallsup Anatomy of a Sonata (art) by @aspic31
Angel of the Night (fic) by @crow-songs-at-dawn Angel of the Night (art) by @devil-takethe-hindmost
A Bad Penny (fic) by PBJellie A Bad Penny (art) by @shamedumpster
do i look moderate to you? (fic) by @p-trichor do i look moderate to you? (art) by @wilwywaylan
Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise (fic) by TreasureHunter Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise (art) by @aspic31
Let Me Down Easy (fic) by @pumpkinspice-prouvaire Let Me Down Easy (art) by @blood-suits-and-tears
like the sky as it fills with light (fic) by @spearmintstardust like the sky as it fills with light (art) by @schroedingers-draht
on a lonely, lonely, lonely road (fic) by Jehan on a lonely, lonely, lonely road (art) by @plzdai
restoring the balance (fic) by @television-bodies restoring the balance (art) by @granhairdo
The Shadows of Gomorrah (fic) by @thereisaplotsomewhere The Shadows of Gomorrah (art) by @jules-of-the-sea
Did we miss something or mis-credit a work? Please DM a moderator or send us an ask, and we'll correct it. To all participants, please fill out the end-of-event form sent to you by @catstrophysics. A big final thank you to @cx-shhhh and @catstrophysics, our two event moderators! See you all next Bang!
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jesuisserieux · 11 days
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Hey y'all! The 20th chapter of Home (and its Connotations) is here! To celebrate making it this far, I'm encouraging folks to send me their headcanons or questions about my fic! Or ask me what mine are! Anyways, enjoy chapter 20, there's an excerpt below:
When Grantaire and Courfeyrac get there, they’re immediately called back to where Enjolras is staying (the perks of knowing someone who works there). The moment Combeferre sees them, he’s scooping Courf up in a tight hug.
R meets his eyes over Courf’s shoulder and gives him a sympathetic grimace. “How are things?”
“They’re okay,” says Combeferre hoarsely.
Grantaire turns his gaze to the window into the room where Enjolras is. He’s lying in a bed, hooked up to an IV again, and R has a horrible feeling that he’s back here again on that first night they’d discovered Enjolras, waiting for Marius to call them with an update, only getting information thirdhand. He forces himself out of it. He’s here this time, and this is different. Enjolras still looks awful of course, but much better than he did the first time R saw him back. The bruises on his face are fading, and he looks like he’s eaten a vegetable recently. There’s even something about him that looks slightly more… relaxed maybe? Though Grantaire could be imagining that.
There’s also a man sitting next to him. R’s first thought is that it’s his dad and he feels a jolt of panic before he realizes this man looks nothing like Enjolras’s dad. He’s sitting next to Enjolras, talking to him, and his posture is almost… timid? No, not the right word at all. But there’s something about the way he holds himself, like he’s trying to make himself smaller.
“Who’s that guy?” he asks.
Combeferre grimaces. “That’s Javert.”
“Who?” asks R, at the same time that Courf exclaims, “The cop friend?”
“The cop friend,” says Ferre, looking mildly nauseated. Then, seeing the flabbergasted look R must be giving him, “Former cop friend.”
“Valjean’s friends with an ex-cop?” asks Grantaire. “Wasn’t he like, in jail for a long time.”
“He was.” Combeferre nods.
“This guy was like, one of the reasons he went to jail in the first place,” says Courf. “At least, I think? I don’t know, I got all this secondhand from Ferre, sorry, you tell it.”
“I honestly don’t know if that’s right or not,” says Ferre, “But he was his parole officer. And I think he worked where Valjean was imprisoned? It’s unclear, I was so confused when he was telling me I didn’t retain anything.”
“What the fuck,” says R. Though, to be fair, if anyone was going to befriend his former jailor, it would be Mr. Valjean.
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lemeute · 4 months
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it's been 700 years since I last wrote fic, but here's what I wrote for SpinningYarns in the @lesmisholidayexchange!! they asked for Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac finding out someone they know was going to have a not-very-good Christmas and plotting to fix it, and I was thrilled to take a shot at that.
(the triumvirate was also thrilled for a chance to do some medium-stakes plotting. helping fix a real problem, but also the government will not try to put you in jail about it, and you can be a little silly with your friends? that's what holidays are for, right?!)
without further ado:
Bringing and Becoming (g, gen, 5.2k)
Feuilly's about to lose his job, but he's not worried about himself. He's worried about looking after all his coworkers when the business shuts down. Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac are on the case.
Basics:
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Ships: Gen
Fandom: Les Misérables - Victor Hugo
Relationships:
Combeferre & Courfeyrac & Enjolras (Les Misérables)
Combeferre & Feuilly (Les Misérables)
Enjolras & Cosette Fauchelevent
Additional Tags [Selected]:
Canon Era
In Which Feuilly Needs a Break
Class Issues
Hijinks & Shenanigans
Gender Shenanigans
Genderqueer Enjolras (or something like that? honestly read it however you like)
Improv Skills
“The fact is, Combeferre, that I will be fine,” [Feuilly] begins again—still weary, but with the air of someone counting well-stacked coins or packing a tidy bag. “I’m healthy enough these days; I’m young; I can paint fast as hell when I need to. I can find piecework until I get another place in an atelier. I have my own rooms, quiet so I can concentrate, good windows for light. My neighbors always have a fire so I’ll stay warm even if I don’t spend a sou on fuel. And I know I will get hired for a steady job again—like I said, I am fast, and I am one of the best painters in the shop, and I haven’t stirred up trouble at work in years. But not all my fellow workers can feel such assurance, and most of them are providing for more than themselves. Plus, it is not so big a matter if I work through the holiday, or do not have a festive meal, but with children that is hard. I know you’ll offer me money before I go home, and it’s not that I’m too proud to take it. But I’m not the one that needs it most, and I don’t know exactly who is.”
“You can hold onto it until you sort it out, then,” Combeferre says, “or you can start a pool, like a strike fund, while you work on the list. I trust your judgment and I don’t envy you the role—although if you’d find it helpful I’ll happily go with you on list-making visits, as a doctor or just as a friend.”
“That might help for a few people.” Feuilly reaches for his coffee mug again and finds it refilled, with a glass of brandy next to it. “Thank you for listening. I do think it would fortify me to do a little Greek, if you still have the time—and if you can stand to hear me attempt this new vocabulary while drinking?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to hear that.” Combeferre grins. “But one last thing, Feuilly—are you sure you don’t want me trying to engineer some way to reverse all this?”
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javertautismtruther · 5 months
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I don't care what y'all say I WILL write my obscure other hyperfixation into this Les Mis fic and y'all can NOT stop me, it's what Victor would have wanted
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lenievi · 27 days
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Title: Unwalked Paths
Pairing: Jean Valjean/Javert
Summary: Just a few days ago, Jean Valjean had wanted to flee France. Just a few days ago, he couldn’t sleep out of fear that Javert would find and arrest him, and Cosette would learn everything. The thought of that was unbearable. To see her love change into hatred and disgust would kill him. It would kill him . . . and he was bringing Javert home.
Rating: G-T
Notes: This fic is just catering to me personally. I needed to use Javert walking into the river from Les Misérables 2000 as my starting point because it opens different opportunities, at least for the beginning. I'd be really happy if you give it a try. You don't need to know the adaptation; I'd follow the same trajectory if I were to write a book 'verse fic as well, and I'm tweaking the characterization anyway. I just had these scenes in mind and needed to get them out 🙃
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television-bodies · 7 months
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visiting hours, chapter 2/2 enjolras/grantaire, total 5k words, rated T read on ao3
“I guess I’m just surprised you’re still in here at all.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Enjolras says smoothly, knowing exactly what Grantaire means. “Two months?” One side of Grantaire’s mouth is turning upwards. “I didn’t think you were capable of sitting still that long.” — 5 times grantaire visits enjolras in prison, and 1 time he doesn’t have to.
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Fic is up!
Pining Enjolras, modern AU, reincarnation AU with slowburn and Combeferre and Courfeyrac work a little matchmaker magic (or try to)
Requested by @jesuisserieux but I ran with it and added more of my own ideas along the way.
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Frightened Rabbit is so Grantaire coded. Modern Leper has been fueling my writing for that oaf for a month.
LOOK
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Actually check out Frightened Rabbit if you don’t know them. They’ve got some really good Scottish indie music.
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writing dialogue for these two idiots is like my zoo animal enrichment it is so so fucking fun
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it's probably obvious enough from the excerpt, but for anyone newly stumbling upon this, it's a madeleine-era + canon-era valvert fic.
anyway this is from chapter 5, which is up now!
(or start reading from the beginning)
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field-s-of-flowers · 9 months
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As for wine
A courfeyrac + marius fic for @drinkwithme-exchange!!! @simplelittleword I hope you like this, it’s short but I had a lot of fun writing it!
6 June, 1842
Belgium
Marius Pontmercy is in dire need of a drink.
He doesn’t drink, mostly. His days as a translator forced him to become accustomed to the taste of water, and he never really got back into the habit of wine. Besides, he has Cosette and the children to think of.
It’s ten years today. It’s ten years right now.
There’s a little café not far from their home. It looks so stunningly like the Musain that Marius hasn’t been able to bring himself to visit it. It has the same brown walls and the same staircase into the basement, the same windows at the top and bottom. The Musain’s windows had a transformative quality, one that transformed dusky sky into blurry blue lantern light. He wonders if the windows of this café are the same at sundown.
Courfeyrac’s voice plays in Marius’s brain. Only one way to find out, isn’t that right, old man?
He tries to shake off the thought of that laughing voice. It’s been ten years since he’s heard it, so he can’t be recalling it right. Anyway, sundown was hours ago.
I am right, and you know it.
But Marius never could ignore his old friend’s coaxing, even when he isn’t really there. As the minutes pass, he comes to a decision.
“I’m going out,” he tells Cosette, as soon as Jean and Alexandrine are asleep. “Je t’aime.”
She frowns, but doesn’t say anything other than a response in kind. Cosette knows the significance of the sixth of June. She knows who Alexandre Courfeyrac was to him, and she knows why their daughter is named the way she is.
The streets of Brussels now aren’t dissimilar to those of the Paris of Marius’s youth. He supposes that’s not exactly over at thirty-one, but some days he feels older than his grandfather.
There are three young men hanging around the café. Probably boys from the university, if his guess is right. Nobody else is up and about so late.
“Hello!” one shouts cheerfully. He has spectacles and a terribly kind-looking face.
Marius nods in response, heading to the door of the café. It’s unfortunately locked.
“The café’s closed,” says another, smaller and more serious in his air. “It’s never open on Tuesdays.”
“I see,” is all he can think to say. Marius’s mouth is suddenly dry. Of course it’s closed. Why shouldn’t it be, today of all days? Why did he come here at all, now he thinks about it? On a whim? On the voice of an old friend in his ears?
“Gentlemen,” says the third, the shortest of them all, placing his arms around the other two, “where did our manners go? There are ten thousand other places in Brussels to get a cup of coffee. Won’t we invite this fine, unlucky fellow, too?”
Marius blinks, and suddenly he can see three other, totally different faces. A gleaming leader, a glowing guide. Black curls in the center of it all.
He never could ignore his old friend’s coaxing.
“Of course,” he responds, blinking back to 1842, to these inviting young men. “My name is Pontmercy.”
Maybe it wasn’t a drink he needed. Water will do for now, as long as he’s got someone to drink it with.
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takemyhandexr · 1 year
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jesuisserieux · 2 months
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Hello everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! The first chapter of my fic for the Hoes for Enjolras server's Valentine's Day Bingo is here! I hope you enjoy, and happy Valentine's Day!
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