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euphraisette · 1 year

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i am SICK and tired of my babygirl cosette being sidelined from the amis ESPECIALLY in modern aus so heres some friendship hcs bcs theyre ALL friends fight me on it

-cosette and enjolras are siblings on their dads side. once they find each other and realize that they're siblings they become literally inseperable because they're so similar but also because they help challenge each other to be better where the other is lacking a little. enjolras help cosette to focus all of her ambition and idealism and drive and cosette helps enjolras see the world as living for love, not just justice, and helps him relax and enjoy things a little more while never compromising his ideals. he teaches her a lot about activism and informs a lot of her views about the world while still respecting the ones she already has and encourages her to get more involved with the amis, eventually she's one of the most active and passionate members

-grantaire is OBSESSED with being the 'protective big brother' and is mostly always hovering around her because they have a similar sense of humor (which is a little shocking to marius but he gets used to it). they binge watch will ferrel movies and go for 3 am mcdonalds runs and cosette most often poses for portraits when r needs a female model

-COURF AND COSETTE ARE BFFS. literally they are inseparable and enj constantly has to tell them to stop making jokes at meetings and they go on shopping trips together and go to cafes every day and gossip abt marius

-also i came up with this random hc a long time ago that combeferre and cosette recreationally sing opera together??? idk i can just imagine them as papageno/papagena in tmf and they'd have so much fun. also cosette LOVES history but it's not her major so she like... basically gets a secondary education from ferre in whatever history he's studying and they have long ass study sessions together

-idk what anyone says ep and cosette are besties. it takes a little while for ep to get over the whole marius thing and they have several long talks about moving past what happened at the inn where ep apologizes a whole bunch for participating on cosettes abuse and cosette is like 'hon. you were a CHILD you didn't know any better' so they become besties and have an apartment with chetta and swap clothes sometimes and cosette likes to braid ep's hair and ep loves cosette because when she's having a bad day cosette is really the only one who ~gets~ it

-SPEAKING OF CHETTA she's like obsessed with cosette in the same way R is, they basically like adopt her as her big siblings. as soon as they meet chetta is like "oh! baby! baby girl! my baby?" and yeah. i hc chetta being like two or three years older than everybody so she likes to take everyone under her wing but cosette has been so sheltered that chetta loves to open her eyes to the *world* and does things like takes her to buy lingerie for the first time

-joly and cosette like to go on walks around campus because they both have some free time in the middle of the day so they hang out and cosette goes to him for help with ballet-related injuries and joly always goes to her recitals like 'hmm. i should start carrying around second skin or smth' and then the next day courf like gets a blister cause he was wearing jehan's shoes and joly is like '!!!!!! i have just the thing!!!!!' and he and cosette share a wink

-bossuet and cosette are so close holy. bossuet gets her input on lesson plans and sometimes he's prone to some fits of self-doubt but cosette knows how to get him back on his feet and smiling in no time. they're also the two most accident-prone members of the amis so whenever one of them rolls up with like their hand covered in band-aids or a weird random bruise on their leg or smth they just share a nod like 'yup'

-cosette likes to knit while feuilly makes fans. it's quiet and they don't talk a lot (or sometimes at all) but it's so nice to have another person there to smile at over a cup of tea while participate in their crafts. they care a lot about one another even if their interactions are mostly playful ribbing.

-bahorel and cosette go to the gym together. bahorel also bought this vintage vw bus and whenever cosette is getting sort of overstimulated and stressed she goes and lays down in the back of it and sometimes bahorel will come and sit in the front and softly play guitar but mostly just lets her be. they play video games together and yeah.

-jehan is probably closest to cosette after marius, enj, and ep. they hang out at old dusty bookstores and go to cooking classes together and press flowers into books and have picnics and knit things for each other and belt out the killers together.

-cosette is gavroche's favorite babysitter. she likes to take him places for the *experience* so they go to museums or the science center or the zoo and more often than not courf will tag along so poor cosette has TWO rambunctious lads to babysit but it's always the most fun. she always makes sure he has enough money for a school field trip or lunch or a new coat. gavroche lives mostly in a group home since eponine couldn't get guardianship but he crashes most nights on the couch at the girls place or sometimes in cosette's old room at the fauchelevent house, where msr. fauchelevent makes him breakfast in the morning and sends him to school with a bag of old hand-me-downs for him to keep. she's just another sister to him.

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aromantic-enjolras · 1 year

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Transfem JBR (+Amies) headcanons

Based on a brainrot with @shamedumpster. Thank you for that!

Grantaire was never a very social child, but around the age of twelve she basically barricaded herself in her bedroom and got addicted to videogames. That is how she meets Joly and Bossuet, who are her companions and only friends during her teenage years.

As teenage gamers on LoL do, they use female adjectives as an insult a whole lot. They accuse each other of “playing like a little girl” all the time. Grantaire doesn’t want to admit that she... kind of likes it?

For the longest time JBR know each other only online, because they live in very different parts of France. They manage to meet a couple of times during family trips, and they decide that when they all get into university in Paris they are going to share an apartment.

At some point, one of them makes the hesitant confession that she thinks she might be a girl. That creates a snowball effect as the other two basically go “OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE”

They are each other’s support system and they are extremely codependent, but that doesn’t mean they are good for each other. Grantaire is very quick to fall into the reddit rabbitholes of trans women telling each other why they will never pass (”your face is too square, you’re balding, you’re hideous”), and Joly gets stuck in TERF rhetoric about how transition is mutilation and super dangerous. Bossuet is a little more chill, but her way of dealing with the whole trans thing is to joke that she’s a waifu (she can't take it seriously either) and she enables both of them without realising.

As Grantaire is too busy catastrophizing and wallowing in disphoria and Joly is terrified of everything that can go wrong, Bossuet is the first of them to go on HRT. Of course, she immediately develops an extremely rare allergy and has to stop. (That doesn’t help Joly’s fears).

At some point someone (Musichetta? I like the idea of Musichetta also being someone they met through LoL because she regularly beat their asses) suggests they go to a trans woman support group called “Les Amies du THS” [thérapie hormonale substitutive, aka HRT].

The first meeting almost goes catastrophically wrong. Enjolras refuses to conform to gender norms (”if lesbians can be butch and still be women, then I can too!”), and Grantaire doesn’t know how to react to her. She is attracted to her, but also she resents how she doesn’t seem to care about the things that make her life a living hell. So she reacts in typical Grantaire fashion, and makes a tasteless joke about how “she thought the goal here was to be women?”. Enjolras is two seconds away from throwing them out.

Luckily for them, Bahorel instantly recognizes the kind of aggressive overcompensation she used to do herself (as well as the half-joking “wouldn’t it be funny if I went super feminine??” thing Bossuet has going on) and vouches for them.

Combeferre immediately adopts Joly and works really hard to dispel all the bullshit she has been reading about. It takes a while, but after one point she asks Grantaire to help her block all the pages she usually goes to in order to make herself anxious; that finally gives Grantaire the push to block reddit. They don’t have their own passwords: the only one who can unblock it is the other. It’s not a perfect system, but it works most of the time.

There is more background information about the rest of the Amies, but this is already getting ungodly long, so I’m going to leave it here, and I will write the rest some other time! Hope you liked it!

#Les Misérables #text posts #My posts #my headcanons #headcanons #grantaire #bossuet #joly #Platonic Friendships #just trans things #long posts

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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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saintmouthed · 11 months

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for Rare!!! @eldritchw1tch The One Time Enjolras Accidentally Signs His Text Wrong and Grantaire Doesn't Notice (or, the beginning of Chapter Four, Enjolras style)

Enjolras should be editing the results of his latest shoot. An indie leatherworker had asked him to do some product photography with a well-known alt model, and he'd loved their designs, and she and her peachy ass had been an absolute pleasure to work with, but hell, if that dark red leather wasn't distracting. Especially with R's texts buzzing quietly in his pocket.

Which is to say, he should be editing the results of his latest shoot, but instead he's spinning slowly around in his office chair and grinning like a complete idiot as he texts R about his favorite of Threshold's party themes.

The last one I went to was called "Carnival of the Bizarre." They let me do suspensions all night. Our version of aerial silks. Ange.

He briefly imagines the way R's eyes would go wide at that, the way they did when Enjolras caught his gaze at rope bite night. Absolutely unfair how delicious that image is.

Enjolras wants to mark him up so bad, eat him alive, swallow him whole.

Carnival? R.

Something like that, yeah. Ange.

All I can picture is you dressed as a sexy clown. R.

Some people are into that, I suppose. People are afraid of clowns, people play with fear. I don't really do the whole costume thing though. Ange.

He chews his lip and stops spinning. Is that a bad thing? Would R have wanted him to be the type to do "the whole costume thing"? Would Enjolras be able to become the type to do "the whole costume thing" if it meant he got to keep R?

Fuck.

He could dress up for School Daze, if he wanted to. If R wanted him to. No one would bat an eye, Lark and the other DMs had already asked him to play the part with the band-aids.

God, no, Jehan would never let him live it down. Jehan would know, immediately, on the spot, that if Enjolras dressed up, it was only because he wanted to impress R so badly, and then—

No assless chaps and studded harnesses for you, then? R.

That’s really more Jehan’s style. E.

It takes a second for his mistake to catch up to him.

Fuck.

Well. It's not like...it's not like they'd set a boundary about it, they just hadn't talked about it, but Enjolras had always intended to just use his screen name until R broached the subject. He hadn't meant to let it slip. But what if...possibly worse...what if R didn't want to know Enjolras's name? What if he is just supposed to be Ange, playing a part in a fantasy?

Fuck. Shit. Motherfucker.

He closes his eyes. He can't go down this path, not yet. They barely know each other. They're not dating, and he knows it. He should let things move naturally. And yet...Enjolras wants to eat him alive.

Enjolras wants to take care of him, too.

Fuck.

He throws his phone across the room so he can get some work done, ignoring the way his heart thumps uncomfortably against his ribcage.

And yet. He can't look at that woman in the dark red collar without picturing R in something like it, too.

He's so fucked.

He hears his phone buzz even from where it landed on the sofa across the room. He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, bracing himself for...he's not sure, exactly. Something. Something bad.

R just says That tracks. R.

Suddenly Enjolras can breathe again.

#PHEW. this one got away from me but...I couldn't resist the red leather.#dtcfdp ficlet #dtcfdp #eldritchw1tch

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flowers-and-literature · 2 years

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Les mis characters as stupid shit I've done

Enjolras - hit someone over the head with the communist manifesto because they were being antisemitic

Combeferre - finished my english assignment early, spent the remaining 2 lessons writing a 2k word essay on moral philosophies and ethics

Courfeyrac - got dressed up in a whole outfit just to go to the grocery store and get my dog some chicken

Grantaire - failed my maths exam so badly I barely got a D and instead of studying I decided to instead put my braincells into memorising the first 4 minutes of the bee movie

Joly - I convinced myself when I was 12 that my period cramps were extremely bad, managed to get the day off and eventually stopped lamenting for a second and went "oh I feel fine"

Bossuet - had a really bad headache so I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, slipped over onto my butt, the glass smashed and water went everywhere, and I ended up with an even worse headache

Bahorel - screamed at some dude for catcalling someone and then chased him around with a sharp stick threatening to kick his ass

Feuilly - lay down in the middle of the oval during a sports game and talked with my friend about poverty

Jehan - started a cult of devotees to ancient gods as well as a cult to frogs where we would regularly make offerings and commune with them. I also made a complaint to my school's library for not having Edgar Allan Poe or Emily Dickinson

Marius - thought Islam was a country

Cosette - all my messages look like 'ayeugljkjs' '<333' '💖💖💖' even when I'm writing threats

Eponine - got told off for drawing on myself and was sent to go wash it off in the bathrooms but I just stayed there for 20 minutes instead drawing more shit on myself

Gavroche - ate a piece of glass after my friends dared me I couldn't and I ended up cracking my tooth

Montparnasse - stole a bunch of pads from my school & dealt them to all my afab friends like drugs and once rolled my eyes so hardly I couldn't look upwards for a week

Javert - nope sorry I got nothing in common with this dude lmao acab

Valjean - made friends with an ant that crawled around on my book for 2 minutes and cried when it left

#les mis #les miserables #les amis #les amis de l'abc #yes I'm self obsessed what about it

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everyonewasabird · 2 years

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Brickclub 4.1.6 ‘Enjolras and his lieutenants’

This chapter is so charming.

I’m not sure how I can possibly add to the discussions already out there. It’s our largest glimpse inside Enjolras’s head, and he’s so full of warmth for his friends and hope for the future, as well as the logistics of the massive plan of revolutionary action he seems to carry around with him at all times. I love this.

And Grantaire! Hugo manages something remarkable in so little here--we get the full portrait of where Grantaire is in his arc in so few words. I know how many people in this fandom have written Grantaire, and how so very, very few capture this dynamic in a way that feels right to me--he’s at once hangdog and annoying and full of warmth, even as he proves himself totally incapable of being good for anything for the five zillionth time.

I’ve said before that the relationship between Enjolras and Grantaire feels to me like Charlie Brown and Lucy and the football (Enjolras is Charlie Brown, Grantaire is Lucy, the football is whether Grantaire is ever going do anything useful) and that’s what I’m getting from it this time, too.

And that’s really interesting, because that’s so absolutely not the power relationship Grantaire thinks is there.

Grantaire calls Enjolras an “ingrate,” hearkening back to Fauchelevent accusing Jean Valjean of ingratitude for forgetting a man who’s life he saved. It’s Grantaire’s way of gesturing at--without quite understanding it himself--that Enjolras is saving him, and that there’s something really complicated and uncomfortable about how one-sided it is that Grantaire’s whole life is bound up in this and Enjolras is only tolerating him and not thinking about him too hard.

People who save another person have, this book says, some duty to reckon with what they’ve done and with the saved person as a person.

Grantaire acts out in this odd, immature way that’s predicated on his belief that all the power is in Enjolras’s hands, and his own words and actions are immaterial. Enjolras asks for sincerity, and Grantaire, like a bratty teenager, ducks around the point with constant wordplay that begs for affection and respect while perpetually undermines both. He’s acting like a middle-schooler with a crush, really--which he declares in ways that he has actively guaranteed are impossible to take seriously or acknowledge. He won’t say “I believe in you” sincerely until the day of the barricade.

It’s a symptom of depression, I suppose, or of whatever brainweirdness Grantaire has, that he can’t see his actions matter the way other people’s actions matter, or that he could take action in the world the way other people take action, or that his belief that Enjolras is up on a pedestal and he himself is the lowly worm offering to polish his boots (also word play, of course; I believe it was slang for kissing up) only exists in Grantaire’s head, not in real life.

Grantaire seems to keep offering and withdrawing Lucy’s football in the belief that he’s the only one who gets hurt when he pulls it back. He doesn’t see Enjolras gather up his faith and go to kick the football and fall on his ass again--he just sees the consequences to himself afterwards, in Enjolras’s presumed disappointment with him. He’s sabotaging himself, and he thinks he’s only sabotaging himself.

But, of course, Grantaire is the incarnation of the bourgeoisie Hugo has spent the last five chapters begging and cajoling for the love of God to stop just sitting there. He’s more charming than most of them in that his inaction is arising more from obvious brainweasels than from true indifference. And he’s trying harder than most of them, because he’s here, trying to let Enjolras save him even as he sabotages that impulse and that relationship in every way he can.

But the fact remains, it’s high time for the bourgeoisie to get up and help. And Grantaire got as far as getting up--as he said, he was very capable of the literal walk to Richefeu’s--but not as far as helping.

#grantaire & enjolras #brickclub #lm 4.1.6 #this CHAPTER<3 #ingrate #(follow that tag for other meta about the word 'ingrate')

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ficsex · 3 years

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how can I get my characters to initiate sex in a consentual way without the akward negotiation scene? like, i know it's important in kinky/BDSM fics, and I know it's also important in just plain romance/vanilla sex fics, but how can I make it sexy or sound good to a reader?

I love this question! (I love all of the questions, just deal with my enthusiasm). Because here’s the thing - in all of the Consent 101 lessons, they’re like, “negotiation is important, it can be sexy, just make sure you’re explicitly clear.” And this is so true, but it’s not very fun to read sometimes.

Fanfiction is romanticized - we get to skip the stuff that’s no fun to read. Wearing a mouth guard to bed, pulling the hair out of your shower drain, charging your fitbit, circling the block to find parking, half-assed dinners, clipping your toenails. And so we get a romanticized fic that skips the nitty gritty, until it’s time for the sex. And then there’s the explicit sexual negotiation, which jars the reader, because it’s different from the story flow.

So what are romanticized or prosaic [I'm really annoyed that "prosaic" means the opposite of "sounds like prose"] pretty ways to initiate or negotiate sex without skipping the consent check?

Nico is grateful they’d talked this out earlier, right now he’s too turned on to think, let alone work out who likes what.

Joe won’t do that without checking, so he allows himself to dream of a next time while he keeps his hands carefully above the waist.

“Can I?” Morgana begs, her mouth hovering inches away.

Draco lets her words flow over him, moving his fingers, his mouth where she directed them.

“Do you want it?” Grantaire taunts, a wicked gleam in his eye. Enjolras nods, shamefaced, mouth a thin line, but Grantaire taps his lips with one finger. “I need you to say it. Say what you want.”

“Take what you want,” Clint encourages, laying back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“We should... we should talk,” Hermann says finally, sinking back into the couch. “I don’t want to do this wrong again.” “I can handle that,” Newt replies. “But I’m probably going to hide my face the whole time.” (acknowledge that it can be awkward, that’s okay!!)

Tim moves his mouth down a few inches and lets the smell of Jon’s skin fill his senses. “Here?” he murmurs.

“Hm-mm,” Jon replies, his cheeks dark. “Not, um. Not there.” Tim smiles gratefully and shifts back up on the couch again.

Steve’s hand ghosts down her hip and settles on her ass; without missing a beat, Natasha reaches behind her and places his hand on her hip again.

Darcy’s fingers brush over the next button and she quirks up an eyebrow. Bruce shakes his head, so she ducks forward and presses a kiss to his collarbone instead, drags her fingers back to his shoulders.

“If you want a kiss, you’re going to have to come and take it,” Dirk teases, and then shrieks when Todd tackles him to the bed, covers his face and neck and shoulder with kisses.

There are so many ways to slip in the conversation and to make it clear that your characters are communicating, and getting themselves onto the same page without losing the romanticized version of sex and relationships that we often look for when we read fic!

#ask #anonymous #fanfiction #I just came up with all of these so please let me know if I messed up any pronouns or w/e #writing advice #consent #Anonymous

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enjolraspermettendo · 3 years

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Enjolras only uses cute-ass post-its like these

And has a whole collection of them, he has like 1000+.

Grantaire finds out when he goes to his house for the first time and the wall above enj's desk is filled with puppy and cupcakes themed post-its that hold notes like

#les mis #les miserables #grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #enjolras x grantaire

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eposettemyass · 7 years

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“R e s t.” - Kylin 7.8.17 [full poem text under the cut]

Rest.

I rest from the wicked

And from the breath

That is called

Wind

Which pierces my clothes

When I lie where grapes trickle

Like blood.

I rest as the shadow does

From the bright

Sun

When he casts his rage

Into the sky.

I rest like the white

When the red

Holds the reins between

Slender fingers.

I rest after nights of

Fire

Myself being made of wood.

I rest when my pebbles

Are discarded

When comparing to

Diamonds.

I rest when the God

Comes down from Olympus

To aim his arrows at my head,

But instead hits my

Heart.

I rest as a symphony

Plays the song of

Sacrifice

With instruments of destruction.

I rest as the yellows falls,

As the blue falls,

And as the comets who fought for the sun

Give their last light.

But when red cries aloud,

When God holds breath

To envelop the arrows of man,

Awake.

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captainenjolras · 3 years

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Les Mis characters as things that have happened in my schools

Enjolras: beat up a trash can with I pipe (I think) to “relieve his stress”

Grantaire: tied himself to a chair with his belt during a fire drill

Combeferre: when asked to give a presentation on vegetables, he wrote about anchovies

Courfeyrac: brought a baby duck into class with him

Bahorel: bench pressed a desk

Feuilly: tried handing in the Bee Movie script for an essay. When confronted, he claimed he wrote the whole thing on accident instead of the assigned work

Joly: poured almost an entire bottle of hand sanitizer into his hands and clapped

Bossuet: got locked in a teachers car (the teacher put him in there)

Musichetta: called someone “mustard ass”

Jehan: almost got in trouble because the teacher thought they were playing games on their computer when in reality they were looking at pictures of cake

Cosette: threw dominos at someone bothering her friends

Eponine: threw a flip flop into the ceiling and no one knew how to get it out cause it was just kinda stuck there

Marius: wrote the entire Declaration of Independence on the bathroom wall

Valjean: almost got his computer taken away because he wouldn’t stop playing the Law & Order theme song during class

Javert: almost outed hisself while arguing with the class homophobe

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les-amis-dcd · 2 years

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Tag game

@aromantic-enjolras very kindly tagged me on this game! I’m supposed to share the first few lines of 10 of my WIPs and tag more friends. I don't think I have 10 WIPs total that I’m comfortable sharing, and I definitely don’t have 10 fanfic WIPs, so a few of those WIPs will be original stuff! Here we go!

WIP 1: ExR long fic, working title: Socrate (for reasons including and limited to: a cat called Socrate)

Enjolras doesn’t back down. He is a much feared up-and-coming politician, he is outspoken, he is highly argumentative, headstrong, and he does not fall easily for manipulation. He never does anything he hasn’t been intending to do and he does not try to please people. And contrary to what most people think, Enjolras can pick his battles, because Enjolras is a smart man.

Enjolras cannot say no to his grandma.

(Yes, this is a slow-ish burn, pretend-boyfriends fic ft. some angst and a happy ending, a super cute grandma, a fat cat who approves of Grantaire and only Grantaire, a lockdown because of Covid-19, and a legit family tree I made for Enjolras’ family. No, I probably will never get around to finishing it because life is unfair like that and the spoons are few...)

WIP 2: ExR fic I started writing for Enjoltaire Games 2020, and then I ran out of steam, changed plans, and uh. Yeah. The good thing is that I ended up writing What Comes Before instead for the games, which is, to date, one of the things I'm proudest of!

Courfeyrac waves at Enjolras from the balcony in grand, dramatic gestures. “Be careful! Text us when you get there!” he says.

“Will do, mum!” Enjolras calls back, grinning up at his friend.

Enjolras shuts the boot of the car —the thing makes an agonising groan of a noise. He throws a dubious look at Combeferre who stands by Courfeyrac, one arm lazily thrown about his husband’s waist. Combeferre just shrugs; he is a wise man and would never criticise Courfeyrac’s beloved car in front of him.

(The pitch for this fic: Grantaire is a horse boy in Camargue, and Enjolras gets stranded on his ranch because Courfeyrac’s old ass car breaks down and Bossuet, owner of the local garage is, predictably, injured. It is, in all ways but official, a romcom.)

WIP 3: my newest ExR fic and the most likely to be finished

I’m cheating, this isn’t the first few lines because I’m still working on my outline, but here’s a quick pitch: Grantaire is a Krav Maga teacher and he hasn’t been to Les Amis meetings in months, close to a year, because of his feelings for Enjolras and their conflictual relationship. Enjolras needs to take urgent self-defence lessons. They reunite. Things are awkward. Stuff happens. They end up together. Bon appétit.

WIP 4: original short story, Scar Tissue, my first attempt at writing horror.

There is a scar on the wall of the train station. It isn’t a crack, nor a crevice; it’s a scar. No one remembers what caused the tear, the origin of the wound, and no one lived to tell the story, but the scar —because it is a scar— healed like one’s skin might. It scabbed over first, the edges pink and nasty, and eventually, scar tissue grew. If only it had stopped growing.

(I just have 2k of exposition and I don’t know if I’ll finish it or how I’ll finish it, but it’s been super fun to write something out of my comfort zone, so I really hope I’ll get around to finishing it!)

WIP 5: original short story, Dana.

When Martin died, Dana felt like something within her died, too. And it did, to some extent. The person she was with Martin had to be dead, since Martin wasn’t around to shape her—this other Dana, the one he’d nurtured and loved for fifty-three long years. So Dana was left with the rest, and the lack of it, too. A Martin-shaped gap in her house, in her day, and in her soul.

(This short story obviously deals with mourning. It’s pretty much the whole story, how Dana grieves and learns how to become a new her after a part of her dies. I intend to finish it but I had to take a break from it because one of my grandpas passed away as I was writing it and uh. It hit super close to home. I have a full outline for this though, so I’ll probably finish it.)

WIP 6: ExR monster fic which will never even get to the point being a monster. Working title: The Fucc.

Grantaire doesn’t really do excited. The last thing he got excited about was The Hobbit films and the release of the second opus still features in Grantaire’s ‘Top 3 Let Downs”, right along with Trump and Bolsonaro’s elections (he counts them as one —too similar) and the French spelling of the word “penguin.” As for the third Hobbit film, well. Grantaire has become excellent at pretending it doesn’t even exist. And yet, in spite of his careful and cynical approach to life, Grantaire is very excited about the coming summer.

He’ll be working the entire time which, in and of itself, shouldn’t be exciting. Thanks to his parents’ and his subsequent own virtual wealth, he’s never actually needed to work—fact supported by his careless attitude towards jobs, studies, and pretty much anything under the sun. Nevertheless, as a self-appointed disappointment—likely the only point he and his parents agree on—Grantaire has long been getting ready for the inevitable day he’ll be cut off. Working part-time gigs and summer jobs is alright; Grantaire doesn’t actually dislike it —if anything, the prospect of working as a waiter or cantaloupe harvester is much more appealing to him than any boot-licking non-sense his family gets up to generation after generation. But while he won’t pretend that the idea of yet another summer spent under the sun scooping out ice cream for tourists fills him with glee, getting to do so with all his friends is pretty damn exciting.

(So this is actually the very first thing I started writing for the Les Mis fandom, and I was super excited about it, but it’s very unlikely I’ll ever finish it. I’d like to, though, one day. Maybe. Quick pitch: Les Amis are final year uni students and they’re all hired over the summer to work in a super shady, knock-off version of DisneyLand owned by none other than the Thénardiers. A revolution is attempted. Many games of Twisters are played. Bahorel wears a hot dog costume all summer long with nothing but underwear underneath, and he somehow rocks the look.)

It was really fun revisiting all of these WIPs, if a little sad because urgh, I wish I could finish them aaaall. Anyway, thank you so much for tagging me, aromantic-enjolras!

I tag: @lesbianjolllly @museinabsentia @luckybossuet @demourir @strangegoingson @serinesaccade @tonightless @nicolodigenovas @areyoumiserableyet and whoever wants to do it! Consider yourself tagged!

#tagged #tag game #wips #les mis #exr #enjoltaire #les miserables #les mis fanfic #original story #my writing

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cumbercookiebatchs · 3 years

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"Where are you taking me?"

Grantaire had woken him up just minutes before, tugging Enjolras away from their warm bed, leading him by the hand throug the main deck where no flambeau was alight, the pale luminescence that came right before sunrise the only thing that helped them see.

To their ears came clear the soft lapping of the wawes, almost palpable in the silence that lingered on the still sleeping ship. It was as clear as the strong smell of salt and cold air, and it always had Enjolras's heart throb, the wilderness of it all that had him fall in love with the open sea.

Just as he was lost in contemplation, his foot got stuck on a wayward rope and had him falling right into Grantaire's arms.

"I tought you asked not to leave loose ropes lying around anymore, after Bossuet's incident"

"That I did-they must've forgotten this one. Are you hurt?"

"No"

"Alright then, we must go. There's not much time left".

Grantaire's words, as they often did, left him dumbfounded, and he looked at his lover with inquisitive eyes, "There's not much time left for what, exactly?"

Grinning, Grantaire tugged at his wirst, starting to walk down the deck again, stopping once they reached the forcastle, "I have a gift for you"

"And this gift couldn't wait for the sun to come up? I'm getting chilled out here".

Grantaire's expression softened then, and he rested his big palms on Enjolras's shoulders, two burning spots of warmth through the light shirt Enjolras was wearing. He ran his thumbs on the fabric there and smiled at him, taking off his doublet a moment later to wrap it around Enjolras, "Better?"

It never failed to fluster him, Grantaire's softness.

Maybe it was because he knew how rough he could be, or maybe because that roughness had once been addressed toward him- just like Enjolras's roughness had been often thrown at Grantaire - but that tenderness of his, it always had Enjolras's knees buckle.

He smiled back at him and nodded, snuggling deep into the worn fabric that smelled of smoke and salt and rum, "You were talking about a present, if I correctly recall".

"And a special one at that. Can you climb?"

Grantaire moved them over the few steps that still were between them and the foremast, and the knotted rope Jean usually used to climb up the crow's nest.

Enjolras raised his eyebrows, "you want me to go up the platform?"

"I want us to go up the platform. Do you always ask this many questions- no. Don't answer me. Climb up, please? I'll make it worth it".

Rolling up the too long sleeves, Enjolras firmly grasped the rope and looked behind him with a smirk on his lips, "this feels either like an elaborate plan to throw me off board or a gambling to ogle my ass"

Grantaire rolled his eyes, "Please, as if I need any gambling to ogle your ass. C'mon, up you go".

"Aye aye, Captain".

Up the formast the wind blew stronger, bringing salt along. Enjolras's curls tangled with it as he leaned against the railing, slumping back to look up at Grantaire.

He found him to be looking already, his lips stretched in a gentle smile that Enjolras knew was only for him. His curls, too, tangled with the wind, dark flames against the indigo of the sky behind him. Enjolras bit his lips and cocked his head, leaning in to get closer to him, turning his cheek into Grantaire's palm when he cradled it in his hand, "why did we climb up here Grantaire, when we could've stayed in bed?"

Chuckling, Grantaire twirled him around and trapped him against his chest, their hands intertwined, their gazes lost to the horizon. "There's not an ounce of patience in you, is there?"

Enjolras nuzzled Grantaire's cheek with his nose, hiding his smile in his beard "I'm just curious"

"Then look"

Grantaire tilted his chin to look toward the horizon again, where the sun was just then coming up, slowly leaving its nest from beneath the waves to shine warm and bright upon them.

The water glittered beneath its light, it played with the currents and the wind that filled the sails, turned pink in their turn with the hue of the morning.

Enjolras leaned fully against Grantaire's chest, let his warmth fill his pounding heart. His words tasted like sunshine in his mouth as he spoke, "are you gifting me the sunrise?"

Grantaire tightened his arms around him, speaking softly at his ear, as not to disturb the world around them.

"I'm gifting you this moment. I know there's nothing that I own that could be worth your sight, and that there's countless sunrises to be seen in a lifetime. But this, I hope, will forever stay in you heart, so that you'll feel my love even if we'll part. So that you'll be sure that my heart beats for you, as constant and steady as the rise of the sun".

His chest felt aflame, Grantaire's voice a sweet lull that hugged him whole, and he knew his own voice would falter too much, but Enjolras turned around with eyes like the shimmering water below them, getting up on his toes to kiss Grantaire's mouth, one with the sun and the light and the wind that curled around them.

"There's nothing that could make me leave your side".

#It's a pirate's life for enjoltaire #Listen this is pure self indulgence I know it sucks I just needed serotonine #Enjoltaire short story #Enjoltaire pirate au #Enjoltaire #enjoltaire #It was hell to find the correct English terms for the ship's part #Riri's writing #You can blame William Turner and his perfect perfection #Yes I watched Pirates of the Caribbean

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mostgeckcellent · 3 years

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my submission for the @drinkwithme-exchange for @fuckyeahlesmiserables

I originally wrote something completely different, and I didn't like it at all, but you mentioned you liked my Old Guard series, so I wrote a new installment of that for you instead!

Platonic Ships: Eponine & Musichetta, Eponine & Grantaire

Eponine swirled her glass. Cosette was still with Enjolras - she’d dragged their newly-returned-from-the-dead friend off pretty quick, but Eponine was still processing. Did she believe him? She wasn’t sure. He’d convinced Bahorel, though, and Baz had never been the type to believe just anything without questioning it, especially something as batshit crazy as all of this.

Immortals. What next?

She drained what remained of her whiskey and coke, and stood. She needed to go for a walk.

Eponine was three blocks away from Jehan’s little house when Musichetta caught up to her.

“Hey.” Musichetta put a hand on Eponine’s shoulder. “You okay?”

Eponine stopped walking, lit a cigarette. “Yeah. Sure.”

“You know it’s okay if you’re not,” Musichetta said, never one to just back down.

“Yeah,” Eponine repeated with a sigh. “You want one?”

“Sure.” Musichetta took the offered cigarette; Eponine lit it for her.

They stood in silence for a while. Eponine liked that about Musichetta, that they could just be. That she didn’t have to talk, or fill the space.

“It’s fucked up, right?” Eponine said eventually.

“Yeah.” Musichetta didn’t have to ask what. Enjolras’ return was a miracle unlooked for, of course, but it was bittersweet, too. They’d mourned him. Not moved on, never moved on - it felt impossible, when there were no answers - but he’d left them.

Eponine understood. She did, probably better than any of the rest of them. She of all people knew about needing to run away and not look back, knew about new lives and new beginnings and the colliding of worlds.

It still hurt, to have been left behind.

“It’s good to have answers,” Musichetta said eventually, when their cigarettes were burned nearly to stubs. “Fucking weird answers, mind you-”

Eponine laughed, sharp. “Fucking weird answers,” she agreed.

“-But it’s good to have them,” Musichetta finished.

“Yeah,” Eponine agreed. “I’m glad he’s alive. And hey, if he really is immortal, I can shank him for doing that to us,” she grinned, all teeth and no joy.

Musichetta nudged her in the side. “You’re not gonna stab Enjolras,” she shook her head.

“I might,” Eponine protested.

“You’re not going to stab Enjolras,” Musichetta repeated sternly. “I know you’re mad. We all are, a little. It’s a lot. But-”

“But what? But he had to?” She knew that. “It wasn’t safe?” She knew that too. She dropped her cigarette, put it out with her heel. Could hear Enjolras’ voice in the back of her head, chiding her for littering, for letting the chemicals inevitably leach into the water somewhere. She ignored it.

“Yes,” Musichetta said, as if it were that simple. “And he came back in the end.”

“Because he got caught,” Eponine snarled. “Not because-”

“He cares about us. He cares about you,” Musichetta said softly.

“Does he?”

“You know he does.”

Eponine sighed, looked away. “I’ll forgive him eventually,” she muttered. “I’m just - I’m not ready yet.”

“Okay,” Musichetta agreed with a soft smile. “Can I hug you?”

Eponine rolled her eyes a little, but she opened her arms, and really, she’d never admit it out loud, but Musichetta’s hugs had a way of making her feel like everything really might be alright, someday.

Enjolras would stay for three days. That’s what he said when he got off the phone with his friends. Three days. His friends would make the drive today, his new family.

Eponine didn’t resent him for it. Or - she did, a little. He’d ran off with his new friends to a new place and left them all to pick up the pieces, and now his new friends were coming here. But it was fine, and Eponine didn’t resent him.

Maybe if she repeated it enough she’d convince herself.

She knew she wasn’t being fair to him. She knew she was wasting time - if they only had three days, she ought to be making the most of it, not sulking in the bathroom.

“You’re going to regret avoiding him the whole time when he has to leave again,” came Musichetta’s voice from the other side of the door, because Musichetta was a fucking mind reader.

“Maybe so,” Eponine called back, but she unlocked the door and opened it.

“Apparently they’ll be here in around an hour,” Musichetta reported. “They started the drive this morning.”

“Great,” Eponine muttered.

“Ep.” Musichetta frowned. Apparently, sympathy hours had run out. “Come on. They’re important to him.”

“We used to be important to him,” Eponine scowled.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Musichetta stepped into the bathroom with Eponine, shutting the door behind her. “I love you, you know I do, but he still loves us. And you’re going to feel like shit when he’s gone, and you’ve just been resentful at him the whole time. Did he do a shitty thing? Yes. Do you have a right to be upset by it all? Absolutely. But you’re going to kick yourself for wasting the time you’ve been given.”

Eponine glared at Musichetta for a long moment, but Musichetta was used to her moods, and didn’t back down an inch.

Eponine deflated, sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. “So, we’ve moved on from pity to ass-kicking, huh?”

“You know the drill, baby,” Musichetta grins at her. “One day for wallowing, and then we get the fuck back up again.”

“Ugh. I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Musichetta clapped Eponine on the back. “C’mon. Let’s go do this thing.”

Enjolras’ friends were.. Well. They were an odd bunch, which meant, in the end, that they fit right in. Marius was looking up at Courfeyrac with the widest puppy eyes, enraptured by the tales he wove. Marius wasn’t the only one - even Eponine had to admit the man had charisma. He’d won over most of the group within moments of arriving, cheerful and kind as he was. Combeferre was a quiet, steady presence beside him, the pair of them orbiting each other in a way that was as enthralling as it was sickeningly sweet. Joly had managed to tear Combeferre away for a separate conversation at some point; Eponine wasn’t listening, had stopped listening when they had started discussing the more gruesome points in medical history. And then there was Feuilly - she was gorgeous, and better yet, she swore like a sailor and beat Bahorel at arm wrestling three times in a row. Enjolras’ new friends had been folded neatly into the Amis, like it was easy, like they fit.

Well, most of them. One man kept to the corner, nursing a drink and watching Enjolras, always watching Enjolras.

“Grantaire, right?” Eponine leaned against the wall beside him.

He looked over at her, startled. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“A bit old for him, aren’t you?” she asked, because she wasn’t stupid, she knew what it meant that Grantaire stared like that, that Enjolras only blushed when stumbling over his introduction of Grantaire, and not the others.

Grantaire snorted. “You have no idea,” he admitted. “But he knows what he wants, and I’ve learned not to get in the way of his decisions.”

“Hm.” Eponine sized Grantaire up. Honestly, she’d assumed Enjolras was some sort of monk, before he’d disappeared. He’d never dated, never so much as looked.

He definitely looked at Grantaire, though. In fact, he was looking now, looking away from his conversation with Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Marius and Cosette to stare at Grantaire, and it wasn’t a look Eponine had ever seen him direct at anyone before.

��You’re not what I’d have expected for him,” she said.

“Tell me about it.” Grantaire didn’t seem to care to argue the point.

Eponine narrowed her eyes at him.

He glanced at her, and shrugged. “I love him,” he said after a moment. “When I was ready to give up on the world, there he was, all..” He waved a hand in Enjolras’ direction. “Well, you know him. You know what he’s like - justice and whatever, Apollo fucking incarnate, the way he speaks..” Grantaire trailed off. “I don’t know how anyone can hear him talk and not love him.”

“I dunno, he’s not really my type,” Eponine said drily, a smile beginning to curl at the edge of her lips despite herself.

Grantaire laughed. “Must be weird, all of this.”

“Now there’s an understatement,” Eponine muttered, eyes locked on Enjolras, who had returned to his conversation.

“He’s not going to age,” Grantaire said, not quite casual.

“I guess not,” Eponine agreed.

“It’s going to kill him, watching you all age and die.” Grantaire crossed his arms over his chest.

Eponine.. hadn’t thought about that. “Is that why he stayed away?”

“Absolutely not.” Grantaire huffed out a laugh, though he didn’t seem happy about it. “No, he wanted so badly to get in touch, no matter how much we - I - warned him he’d just get hurt. He thinks it’s worth it.” Grantaire looked around the room, and Eponine could see when he softened. “Maybe he was right,” he allowed. “I just hope it doesn’t break him.”

“So you’re the reason he stayed away,” Eponine narrowed her eyes at him.

Grantaire glanced at her. “I just want him to be safe and happy. Getting attached to mortals? Never ends well.”

“It wasn’t your call to make,” Eponine frowned at him.

“No,” Grantaire agreed. “It wasn’t. I didn’t try to stop him from coming here, I just..” He sighed.

Eponine sighed too. “You’re right,” she said eventually. “It’ll kill him to watch us die. And he won’t look away, I know he won’t, he’ll be here.”

“Yeah,” Grantaire agreed.

Sad wasn’t the right word for Grantaire, Eponine thought. Weary, to his bones, with sadness etched into him… for a moment, she felt like she glimpsed him properly, ancient and grand as he was. And then he was just a guy again - a young man in a green hoodie, someone she’d pass on the street and never give a second thought to.

“You’ll be there for him, when it happens,” Eponine said like it was a certainty. She had to hope - believe - that it was.

“Yes,” Grantaire agreed. “I’ll be there. So will they.” He gestured to where Enjolras was gesticulating wildly, accidentally smacking Courfeyrac’s nose when a gesture went too wide. Courfeyrac just laughed, and tweaked Enjolras’ nose in return. Enjolras squawked indignantly, and then the whole group of them were laughing, Cosette and Marius included, and Bossuet, who had joined them at some point.

“You’ll keep in touch,” Eponine said. It wasn’t a question. She held out her phone.

Grantaire looked at her for a long moment. She didn’t squirm, didn’t flinch, just raised an eyebrow.

Grantaire nodded, took the phone, and plugged his own number in. Enjolras’, too, for good measure.

“I was determined to hate you all,” Eponine admitted as she took the phone back.

“I get that,” Grantaire agreed.

“I don’t,” Eponine pocketed the phone. “He seems happy. And he’s out there, making a difference or whatever. If he can’t do it with us, I’m.. glad, I guess, that he can do it with you.”

“He’d stay if he could,” Grantaire said.

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Eponine shook her head. “He cares about you a lot. And them, too, your whole bunch.”

“He’s got enough in his heart of all of us.” Grantaire looked at her.

Eponine smiled a little. “Yeah. Yeah, he does.”

#les mis #drinkwithme2021

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midasinc · 3 years

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okay joly and combeferre for 1

okay muah first of all but second of all idk what section again so i'll do the first of each one?? unless you meant all of section one i have no idea oh my god i have a tiny brain im so sorry

Pre-Relationship:

1.) How did they first meet?

-definitely friend of a friend. jehan introduces combeferre to courfeyrac who introduces them to bahorel who introduces them to joly and bossuet. they're mutual friends for a few years before they both graduate from pre-med and go into med school and find that they're at the same school and are in a lot of the same classes. before then, they weren't really friends, but they become really good study buddies and yes i have written a fic on this but study buddies -> lovers arc

General:

1.) Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

-absolutely joly, r u kidding me? combeferre really really liked him but he was really nervous about screwing up their friendship and was so convinced that joly had no romantic feelings for him whatsoever and joly the entire time is like ("is this dude going to ask me out or what") so he ends up taking initiative and blowing combeferre's mind when he realizes that the feeling was mutual the whole time

Love:

1.) Who said “I love you” first?

-also joly. i think joly is pretty outspoken with his feelings, like he'll come into a room and announce that today has been fucking ass instead of moping around and waiting for someone to ask what's wrong (grantaire lol) and if he has a good day he does the same thing. he isn't nervous when it comes to the idea of saying it, so it's def joly. it's probably in the middle of something random, like sitting at a table in the musain as they're helping enjolras put together a rally. joly just looks over at combeferre adjusting his glasses and he's like "oh okay" and just outright says it and combeferre chokes on his next breath

Domestic Life:

1.) If they get married, who proposes?

-ik what you're thinking and you're wrong. it's combeferre. he builds up the courage to do it after about eight years of them dating. joly had never really considered marriage because after the third year they moved in together and they practically were practically married already. he just sort of forgot that marriage was a thing. courfeyrac loved to tease ferre about it like "arent you gonna tie the knot, what's up with that" because they've just been together for so long and at first he kinda just tells courfeyrac to cool it because it's their decision to or not but combeferre keeps thinking about it and the thought of joly in a little suit is really cute to him and oh my god he's thinking about buying a house in the south and oh my god we could paint the house and make it a home and his brain is going full domestic-mode and he goes to joly's office on his lunch break at the hospital he works at and just asks him then and there because he can't stand it anymore

#TY FOR THE ASK!!!!!!#these two are my faves i appreciated this #les mis #les miserables #jolyferre #modern era #modern au #joly #jolllly #combeferre #les mis headcanons #OPs Les Mis HCs

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