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This isn’t for the likes of you -Enjolras x OC character

Enjolras x FemReader, slowburn, eventual smut, angst, age gap, attempt of sexual assault OC character, enemies to lovers.

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‘’Ugh this dress is so itchy!!’’ She pinched her sides hoping to get rid of the annoying itch that was caused by the new dress her father picked out for her. He said she needed to look presentable for tonight’s dinner party, maybe it was because her father had a possible suitor for marriage or maybe it was going to be all business. He did say he had some exciting news.

She was already 18 years old, normally girls her age would have already been pregnant with their second child. The plan was to get Sophia married at age 16, but Sophia did everything to sabotage that idea. She didn’t want that life or this life. Having all the money and not being able to use it for the poor frustrated her. Instead the money was being spent on dresses, banquets, dinner parties and political parties. Although when it came to politics, France was as rotten as it could be. There was so much poverty, workers weren’t being paid well and taxes were getting higher.

Soldiers were getting more disrespectful towards the poor or average living people and they kissed the ground where the rich would walk upon. It’s a twisted game, and sadly Sophia was a part of it. Her father is one of the most respected people of Paris, not to mention one of the richest as well. And Sophia hated it, the way her world was built on lies, on how his money would be part of a better Paris, but in reality they just wanted more control of the city, and more money. Freedom of speech would be punished roughly and if you didn’t have a name to the city they would discard you without any question. Paris was corrupted by the men that promised a better future, but their promises were nothing but empty.

‘’My lady, this dress looks absolutely beautiful on you, I would bet your father would be most pleased with how you look tonight at the dinner party’’ said the housemaid. Sophia huffed out a heavy breath, truth to be honest, the dress was horrible, the color made her look paler than she really is, and her make up wasn’t helping as well. Her painted rosy cheeks were the only thing standing out. Yes, this was the beauty standard for wealthy people, she hated it. Her hair was up in numerous tangles and a few strands were framing her face. Her scalp was already hurting from the housemaid pulling and curling her hair to her liking. And let’s not talk about the shoes!

‘’Thank you Anna, you are most kind with your words, I must thank you for all your hard work’’ Sophia gave Anna the housemaid a small smile, the housemaid was a kind middle-aged woman who did not have the fortune of finding a husband so she pledged her life to service. Sophia’s father sometimes jests about how if Sophia didn’t find a husband soon her life would become like Anna’s.

But Sophia knew that it wasn't a jest at all. It was a mockery as well.

It's not that she hated her father, no she loved him. It was the world her father was living in she hated. Her step-mother was different from her father. She was mean and only had eyes for her 2 year old son.

She was the one who brought her father to the idea of her getting married. Just so that Sophia could move out of the house and her Step-mother wouldn't be bothered with her. A husband would take care of her. While she could use the extra room for expanding her clothing closet.

‘’I bet Lady Elyna would also be pleased to see you like this, this could very well be the night you find a proper suitor, My Lady’’ Anna replied excitedly. Anna was oblivious to all the poison in her household and she wanted a happy life for Sophia. A good home with a caring husband that would take care of her and her needs. But Sophia didn’t want to follow society rules or expectations. So she just huffed and itched her body again as the dress was still uncomfortable.

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Candles were flickering, a nice feast was placed on the table that was way too long, wine was being served. Same old same old. Apart from the meal everything was bland. It had no personality whatsoever. The wine tasted bitter as Sophia took sips, it made her shudder a little.

Sometimes she would like the idea of just going to an inn and ordering some mystery soup and eating it with just a loaf of bread, maybe adding some slices of cheese with it. It was a simple thought, but Sophia knew that that life was more appealing to her. Yet, she wasn’t complaining when she took a bite out of the roasted ham with gravy and the baked potato that was just cooked right to its firmness.

‘’I have discussed some manners with Monsieur Gillenormand and he says his son Marius would be a perfect fit for marriage.’’ Her father looked pleased while he sipped his sour wine. Sophia said nothing and let the grown ups talk for a while, guess tonight she would have to focus on her dinner and making sure her elbows stay below the table, because in the end she would have nothing to say anyway.

The evening took them away to more political talk and more plans for the wedding, this was the usual, political talk, wedding plans. And as they planned things, Sophia did everything in her head to sabotage those plans, to maybe scare Marius away from her, or to act like an absolute spoiled brat.

‘’My sweet daughter, where’s that head of yours?’’

‘’I’m just thinking on what flowers I have to put in my hair for with the wedding dress’’

Sophia answered. Her step-mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. ‘’Don’t make me laugh darling, we know you keep sabotaging potential marriages, I bet you’re already thinking of a hundred ways of how to get out of this one’’

‘’Oh my sweet Sophia, I can assure you, Marius is a good man, he will take proper care of you.’’

It did sound like a great life, but Sophia didn’t want that, she wanted adventure, like the stories she read in her books, but she is a woman, and society expected her to be a wife, bear children, wave and smile and speak when spoken to.

‘’Can I be excused father? The wine has left me tired and in dire need of slumber.’’ Her father nodded and Sophia took off to her room.

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She did sleep right after dinner, but she woke up around late in the night, she was restless and reading a book with some candlelight flickering in the background didn’t settle her nerves like it always used to do. Her big room felt small and suffocating, even though you could literally place another dining table in the room. She needed to get out of the house. Maybe she will, and even so without an escort! The idea was absurd, and no one has seen someone from the Abadie household without an escort outside their big esteemed mansion. But Sophia needed to see the city alone, to wander without someone looking over her shoulder. She knew the city wasn’t asleep yet, the people of France were hardworking and merchants would still sell items deep in the night till the morning sun would be almost up. The merchants would switch with their partners to take the day for selling until they run out.

Without a thought Sophia stood in front of her bedroom door, already dressed warm for the night. Was she really going to do this? And what makes it tonight that she decided to do something so reckless. To go out without an escort, knowing that it could be dangerous out there. Especially since some of the people loathed anything that had to do with the Abadie’s. But for some reason that excited her even more.

She tiptoed through the halls, careful not to wake anyone, casually dodging some late-night housekeepers by hiding around corners. Her heart was beating fast and she was filled with adrenaline.

She reached the front door, Gardenias were carved into the wooden door. The flowers that belong to their household name. But the way her family did their business nowadays had nothing to respect those flowers anymore. Gardenias were a representation for true and secret love. But there was barely any love to give. Her step-mother married her father for money. And now she is being married off to someone she doesn’t even know yet. How can love be true?

She opened the door, ready to step into the busy night. She was anxious and excited. She really was going to do this. She couldn’t wait to see what happened and what type of people roamed the streets at night. The lights from other houses in her neighborhood were already off, curtains were closed signaling that the people went to sleep. But once she stepped foot on the streets of the neighborhood where the common folk live she saw lights were still on and the streets were still full with people. Merchants were yelling out their sales and pubs were filled with cheerful, drunk and depressed people.

People were looking at her and whispering to each other's ears. It was probably something about her walking the streets alone and her being from the Abadie household. Judgemental looks from men and sorrowful smiles from old women with an occasional jealous look from a young woman probably wishing her life was like Sophia’s. It was an odd uncomfortable feeling but Sophia didn’t let that take her back home. She wanted to explore. Have a taste of the mundane life.

She turned a corner, the streets were getting fuller and people were more bunched together. She could hear a man talk about the Royalists and about the freedom of France. Along with some cheers. Sophia agreed with the man’s preachers. But what startled her is that the man pointed towards her with an accusing finger. ‘’Here in our midst we have a Royalist! Do you have anything to say, how will we make you realize you and your fellow Royalists corrupt the beauty of France. You take away it’s beauty!’’

Sophia didn’t know how to answer that question, it was more like an attack than a question anyway. Hateful angry eyes were directed at her while she stumbled on her words, but she was left speechless. She desperately wanted to answer that she didn’t want to be a Royalist and wanted to join the Revolutionists. But when she wanted to answer she was shut down. ‘’See people! This is what ignorance looks like, you want people like her to rule France!?”

Sophia turned around wanting to get away from this situation. ‘’That’s right! Walk away from us, that’s what you Royalists always do, ignore our thoughts and pleas!’’ the man yelled after her.

Tears were stuck behind her eyes as she walked away, but she would not cry, she refused. She would not cry for the actions of her family, because it wasn’t her fault she was born in a rich household. It’s not her fault that her father had other ideals than her. And so she kept her back strong and walked into a tavern, hoping some wine would help her ease the anxiousness.

Once she got inside the tavern she took a look around. It was full, barely any seats left, until she found a lonely chair in the corner. The whole place smelled like old alcohol and candlewax. She tried her best to avoid any eye contact. She really did not need another unpleasant interaction. She was starting to regret her choice of coming out here tonight.

She arrived at the chair and sat down with a huff, she imagined the outcome of this night a little differently than this.

‘’Excuse me miss, this chair is reserved for someone else’’

Great another interaction, how grand. Sophia looked up to be met with a broad man with unruly hair. But his face looked friendly, but yet again once he saw her his face turned cold. Of course he knew who she was!

‘’Well if it isn’t Lady Sophia of the Abadie household, what are you doing out here at this hour my lady?’’ Even if his voice was faintly laced with venom he still stayed respectful of his way of addressing her.

‘’Oh I’m sorry sir, I will leave and find a different chair’’ As Sophia stood up she was met with another pair of eyes. ‘’Grantaire, Enjolras will arrive shortly….oh hello?’’ He looked a little more oblivious to Sophia’s identity.

‘’Thank you Courfeyrac, look who decided to step foot in this tavern?’’

The man named Courfeyrac was still oblivious when he answered, ‘’Uhm, a lady?’’

Grantaire chuckled lightly ‘’Yes, but not just any lady, it’s lady Sophia of the Abadie’s.’’

Courfeyrac looked at her in disbelief, ‘’No, you jest, that’s impossible because she would never leave the house without an escort, as so I’m told’’

‘’And yet she’s here, sitting in his chair like it’s hers, those bloody Royalists think they can take anything without thinking.’’

Grantaire looked pissed now.

‘’Really Sir, it’s no problem at all, I can find some other place to sit down, I’m sorry to be a bother’’ Sophia did everything in her power not to comment on his last comment.

‘’No, you see, now it has become a problem, you shouldn’t be here, wait till Enjolras sees you, he won’t be happy with your presence.’’

Sophia wanted to get away but she was blocked by Grantaire and Courfeyrac, she saw a small opening, an opportunity to slip through presented itself, and when she did she bumped into someone. “ Woah, be careful Lady, you’ll get yourself hurt.’’

His eyes were a beautiful brown, his goatee nicely trimmed. A red scarf adorning his neck, she was really close to his face. She could see a few freckles on his forehead. He really was a handsome man. Maybe she was staring at his appearance for way too long or maybe time moved differently.

‘’Enjolras, meet Sophia Abedie, the daughter of that filth scum Royalist Monsieur Abadie, and it looks like she’s here without an escort and decided to sit in your chair!’’

Grantaire made sure his distaste for her family was evident in his voice, and Courfeyrac looked around him not really knowing how to behave.

‘’Oh is that so? And what are you doing here at this nightly hour?’’ Sophia felt intimidated but she wasn’t going to let these three men take her down. She felt a sudden urge of confidence and answered.

‘’ Is it so absurd that I just went out for a stroll? And it’s not like your name is on this chair, so I can sit wherever I like!”

Sophia sat back down on ‘’Enjolras’’ his chair, refusing to be bullied away.

‘’The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, like father like daughter’’

The three men looked at her like she was a joke, a funny little damsel in distress squirming because of their comments, it fueled Sophia to stand her ground even more.

‘’I deserve my freedom as much as you do, I deserve to choose!’’ She folded her arms over each other and her face turned into a pout.

‘’Freedom comes easy for you’’ Enjolras teethed his words. He was getting pissed now. All he wanted was a nice drink after a hard day of studying, but she had to be a bother.

‘’Well, if it gives you any peace, I do not support the Royalists, and I’m definitely not like my father, I want what’s best for France just as much as you do, I do not hold myself responsible for the actions of my father’’

Enjolras his eyes showed fury and passion, he was looking intently at Sophia, he was trying to figure her out.

‘’You support the Royalists by living the life your father gives you, why not walk away?’’

Ouch those words stung Sophia’s heart more than they should have, but it did make her wonder, why didn’t she just walk away? Why did she still wake up in the bed with velvet sheets every morning while breakfast was served for her. Of course she wasn’t allowed breakfast in bed because she wasn’t a married woman yet. But why didn’t she choose to just walk away from that life?

‘’Just as I thought, a life of luxury, you can’t just throw that away right? You need someone to dress you every morning and someone to warm your bed with a warm kettle every night before bed’’

Enjolras thought he was quite funny, but there was some truth to it. He came from a luxury life himself, his family had plans of marrying him off as well, but he swore his heart to France. It’s safe to say his father wasn’t happy with that idea, but he did it anyway. With the remaining money Enjolras had decided to study law, all for a better future for France.

‘’Enjolras, some people can’t escape their life, she might as well be a victim of her own family’’ Courfeyrac tried to defend Sophia, maybe he was the least judgemental of all, but he still had his doubts about the woman. But the fact that Courfeyrac didn’t see a wedding band around her fingers and she was past due to the age of marriage made him realize that maybe she didn’t want that life but she had no choice.

‘’There’s always a way out.’’

Enjolras motioned towards his chair, as if his comment had a double meaning. To get out of her old life and to get out of the chair. Sophia rolled her eyes and stood up with a huff.

‘’Fine, you have it your way’’ and she walked away, back onto the busy streets.

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Sophia was wandering the streets once again, this time a bit frustrated, the streets were less busy as before, giving her more space to walk around. She thought it would be a good idea to walk back home. Enjolras his comment kept floating in her thoughts. ‘’There’s always a way out’’

‘’Prick’’ she muttered. Yes, Enjolras looked like a charming well mannered man, but he was so hateful towards her. But he did speak half of the truth. She was annoyed by the fact that his face was now burned in her eyes.

‘’What’s a pretty lady doing here at this time of night, all alone?’’ Her thoughts were cut short when a man came stumbling towards her, a bottle filled with some sort of liquor she couldn’t read the label from. The man was drunk. His hungry eyes roaming over her body.

‘’Are you looking for some pleasure?’’ The man smiled sickly.

‘’No Sir, it would be most wise to leave me be’’ Sophia was already annoyed, and now some man way past his 40’s was bothering her, making these obscene comments as if she was just an object of desire.

‘’Now, you see lady, my wife is becoming an ugly whining hag, there’s barely any pleasure to find in that crone of a woman, but you, you are young, I was on my way to a brothel but you, you are a much better choice.’’ the man reached towards her and she smacked away his hands. His fingers were dirty and he smelled like sweat. His teeth are yellow and hair greasy.

‘’Don’t touch me!’’

‘’Oh this is going to be fun, looks like my naughtiest dreams are coming true’’ He reached out for her again, Sophia tried to smack his hand away again, but he grabbed her wrist harshly. He turned her around and pushed her against a wall. He was already working his way to pull up her dress. ‘’I will make you feel so good”

Sophia tried to get out of his grasp, but the man was strong, she could already feel the bruises forming on her wrist.

But her feet could still move, so she stomped on his foot with the heel of her shoe.

‘’Ouch, you whore! How dare you!’’ He grabbed Sophia by her hair and started pulling it, forcing her on her knees. He unzipped his trousers with his one free hand, but as soon as he wanted to pull out his ‘’goods’’ he was punched harshly in the face. He released Sophia’s hair and stumbled backwards.

Enjolras and Courfeyrac stood there, with Enjolras being the one who punched the drunk man. The two men expected Sophia to crumble away in a corner, but she stood up and walked towards the drunk man. The man was on the floor, still holding his face.

She stomped her heel in the place where the sun doesn’t shine, earning a loud cry from the drunk man. ‘’Men like you should not reproduce’’ and she stomped again. She must have kicked pretty hard because the man fainted from the pain.

Courfeyrac and Enjolras stood there in disbelief, they were ready for a fight but instead it was Sophia who took matters in her own hands. A damsel in distress? No, she was a force to be reckoned with. Even if the drunk man had the upper hand a few moments ago, she now made it pretty clear that she wasn’t one to mess with.

‘’By all Gods! Did you see that Enjo?’’

‘’Yeah I did’’

Sophia was heaving, she was so angry, she turned around and faced the two men.

She made one last comment after she walked away.

‘’There’s always a way out’’

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