#Eponine x Marius

[lalarose216]

How Grantaire ended up in Les Amis (Based off of a story my friend who reminds me of Marius told me)

Marius: Did I tell you about that time I met that drunk guy? So I was outside the Cafe Musain putting up posters, and this guy came up to me. And he said, "Hey, I'd like to learn more about all of this, and you seem to know a lot, could we maybe talk?" And I said, "Sure, we're having our meeting soon, you're welcome to come, or you and I could meet up afterwards," so we exchanged phone numbers and-- Eponine: No! Marius: No, he wasn't drunk then! Courfeyrac: Marius, we do not give our phone numbers to strangers! Marius: *sigh* Well, anyways, we finished the meeting, and I went out and saw him, and we were walking, and I was telling him all about how I'm a Bonapartist, but Les Amis is about republican revolution, and he was saying weird things like, "Hey . . . you almost tripped over that leaf!!" And I was just ignoring it all, until he fell on me, and I could just SMELL the alcohol. So, I took him back to the cafe, and said, "Stay here." Then I went inside-- Eponine: *snickers* Marius: --and I got Combferre and said, "There's a drunk guy outside." And he said, "Oh, no . . ." and got Enjolras. So, we went outside, but he was gone! Eponine: Surprise, surprise . . . Marius: But I had his number! So I called him and gave the phone to Enjolras, who was going, "Where is your location? Your LOCATION. YOUR LO--where ARE you--oh . . . oh?? You're on top of everything??" So there's this staircase in the building next door that leads to the roof, but it locks behind you. So he was stuck on the roof. I just let Combferre and Enjolras take over from there, and Grantaire's been coming to our meetings ever since. Eponine: *snickering* I wonder why!! Marius: What? Eponine: What?

@eponine-thenadier

[arawen898]

Saw "Les Misérables" in London again two days ago and my love for these two grows even stronger❤️

“Do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you.”

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Les Miserables

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[chrysalismandtea]

les amis de l’abc as things me and my friends have said

enjolras: i wish i allowed myself to smoke just to escape functions

combeferre: i’d probably be better off as a jukebox

courfeyrac: (in a discussion about what we should make a podcast on) how many mini sandwiches i can eat in an hour?

jehan: dude i was dizzy when i was BORN

feuilly: (talking about cop shows) i’d make a great dead body

joly: (stressfully) you’ll leave me without a neck, and people without necks aren’t people, they’re corpses!

bossuet: hey, if i made you run errands without paying you would it be considered slavery?

bahorel: we have plenty of grass for you, too. goat (affectionately)

grantaire: (clearly sarcastically) today is my forte

marius: just think about it.. your children’s parent lives on this planet right now

eponine: manic pixie dream girl? nah, i said i’m a panic moxie grim girl

cosette: actually girlhood is listening to loud music and rearranging furniture

musichetta: dude they’re men, they only care about books and astrology

[la-pheacienne]

Am I the only person on planet earth who believes that Cosette and Marius are a beautiful love story? Yeah it has been so many years since I read this and yeah I was a teen, but I still remember what I felt when I read their story and their deep love for each other really really touched me. They were both orphans, two broken people who found each other by sheer luck and made each other really happy and gave each other hope and light in the midst of adversity and misery. It's just a beautiful depiction of real, deep, visceral, honest emotion between two people. How can you be completely immune to that? And this without even talking about the form, the lyricism, the poetic beauty of the text, the guy literally wrote one of the most iconic passages about romantic love that have ever been written and all you seem to care about is, idk, the power imbalance between them because of gender roles? Or the fact that Marius stalked Cosette? Or the fact that the "love at first sight" trope is boring and conservative? This is fine if the goal is to deconstruct patriarchy but I'm afraid it completely lacks feeling and honest engagement with the text, you know? This approach to the story is so flat and lifeless that I wonder if we've all read the same book. Everyone is entitled to their feelings and their tastes in art of course, but I will just suggest that if you truly do not feel anything at all while reading this love story then maybe 19th century Romanticism isn't for you? Idk.

[arawen898]

Them❤️

[nortism]

les mis au where valjean rescues éponine from the barricade instead of marius

[fingerprint-insurance]

IF I HAD A NICKEL FOR EVERY TIME IN A MOVIE THAT EDDIE REDMAYNE'S CHARACTER HELD HIS DYING BEST FRIEND/LOVE INTEREST IN THE RAIN AFTER THEY HAD BEEN SHOT, I'D HAVE TWO NICKELS, WHICH ISN'T A LOT, BUT IT'S WEIRD THAT IT HAPPENED TWICE

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

The Halls of the Dead (Chapter 1)

ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

So I was musing on the afterlife then I saw this post and I thought 'Afterlife enjoltaire?' then this happened. Bear in mind I haven't read the brick yet (though i desperately want to but i'm forbidden from bying books near my bday) so Les Amis are based off what little we get of them in the movie and the 178 les mis fics ive read.

MY FIRST LES MIS FIC I'M SO HAPPY :)

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Time passed differently in the afterlife, Eponine guessed. She had woken up a few hours ago, and unless Les Amis had made a sensible decision and left their barricade, surely someone would have died by now. 

Standing up, she stretched and looked around herself. She was in a meadow, the sort of meadow you read about in books. Sun beat down from above, the green grass was speckled with yellow and pink flowers, bees and butterflies flitted through the air. It was nice, she thought to herself. 

It was obviously the afterlife, but surely it couldn’t be just this? There must be something else, she decided, and began to walk. 

Not ten minutes later, she came to a river. It was easily 8 metres wide, and it looked deep. She looked up and down, but there was no bridge. Eponine was about to turn back when a boat appeared. A boat rowed by a skeleton in a black cloak. Ah. 

“Come, Soul, for you must cross to the other side.” The skeleton declared.

“Must I cross now?” She asked. 

“No, but you cannot reside in the Meadows. You will have family and friends on the other side.”

“My only family is still alive. As are my friends. I wish to wait for them.” Although she hoped Gavroche wouldn’t be here for a long, long time, she doubted that could happen. She would also like to think the French Army wouldn’t shoot children, but again, there was little chance of that being true. 

“You may be waiting a long time.”

“Can you find out how long?” 

The skeleton paused. “It is not typically the done thing… Your name?”

“Eponine Thenardier.” 

It pulled out a long scroll of paper and unrolled it. “Thenardier, Thenardier.. The Beginning of the French Revolution?” 

“Sounds about right.”

“Not long at all, Mademoiselle Thenardier.”

“Thank you.” 

She turned, and began to walk back to the meadows, when she saw a familiar figure sit up in the grass just ahead. She stared. 

“Monsieur Mabeuf?”

[arawen898]

I just came back from watching Les Misérables live on West End (have only seen the 2012 movie) for the first time and I couldn't agree more with this!

I do think the movie does a better job with giving Cosette a personality but in the live version it's SO blatantly obvious that Marius x Éponine would've been more interesting. "On My Own" was so good and the Éponine actress (don't know her name but I think it was an understudy because it wasn't Nathania Ong) was one of the very best of the show

THANK GOD I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE @katiehavok

Like, seriously Marius?? He took one look at Cosette and was like “wow pretty blonde I’m totally in love”…like she doesn’t appear to have a personality???

At least Eponine had some spark to her in my opinion (and “On My Own” is such a beautiful song)

WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE COSETTE OVER EPONINE

EDIT: I have since been informed that in the book she is VERY different - I based my opinion solely on the film. Please do not reblog just to rant because I greatly regret making this post now.

[a-strange-inkling]

We fight here in her name,

She will not die in vain,

She will not be betrayed.

[mysoulsickened]

𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

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To love another person is to see the face of God.

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𖤓 𝐄njolras —

𖤓 𝐆rantaire —

𖤓 𝐂ombeferre —

𖤓 𝐂ourfeyrac —

𖤓 𝐉oly —

𖤓 𝐉ean (𝐉ehan) 𝐏rouvaire —

𖤓 𝐅euilly —

𖤓 𝐁ahorel —

𖤓 𝐌arius —

𖤓 𝐄ponine —

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* The way I write the characters will be based upon the book. If you have a specific request for the characters; i.e 'BBC Les Misérables' or, '2012 Movie', please specify in your ask. The characters will be as book accurate as possible!

[expired-applejuice]

Based on:

Dark paradise by Lana Del Rey

Grantaire takes the bullets.

Enjolras pretends to be shot but he was spared. No words were spoken. None could be. Grantaire was choking on his own blood, while Enjolras was trying to keep his sobs quiet. Still they had a conversation. Grantaire smiled, holding Enjolras hand. Enjolras kissed his head while squeezing his hand tightly. He felt useless as Grantaire slowly died in pain.

When the women came to clean, one, who resembled Grantire, found him still clinging on his hand whispering a tearful apology. She too started to weep and helped the young leader up, pulling him into a silent hug. Enjolras apologized for getting blood on her dress, but she said not to mention it.

Days later Marius found the leader in the abandoned Cafe setting in a chair. The place was empty besides the furniture and two school boys. Marius sat across from him. He took note of Enjolras's bloodshot eyes, and his tear stained face. He held a tight grip on his handkerchief as he stared off into the room. He no longer wore his red coat, nor was his hair at his shoulders. No, he wore a black trench coat that was buttoned, with his hair pulled back into a low ponytail.

Marius looked no better with his bullet wound, broken bones, and shattered heart. Cosette, who took care of him, said he had gain some color back but was still awfully pale. His hair seemed to darkened, and he felt like he aged 20 years. He wasn't sure if he was alive without a soul, or just lost.

"What are we to do now?" Enjolras's weak voice broke Marius from his thoughts. He looked back at the blonde, who was still staring into space.

"I'm not sure, brother," Marius answered as they fell back into their silence.

After a sad sigh, Marius turned to the door. He haft expected their friends to walking into the door laughing. He waited for it, but they never came.

Enjolras found that he missed their laugher the most. The roar of it after one of Combeferre's remarks. The not so hidden chuckles when Bossuet trips. The gleeful victory "haha"s when Bahorel or Grantaire won a sparing match. The sneaky snickers that accured when a prank was being played. Their smiles. Their voices. Their presence. Them.

Feuilly always worked hard. Harder than any other in Paris. Joly was so compassionate and helpful to everyone. Jehan Prouvaire was simply a bright star that always helped them get through rough patches. Bahorel would always have your back in the best and worse way. Courfeyrac could influence anyone to do anything, but was still respectable. Combeferre, with his smarts could outwit a sly fox. Bossuet could give some of the best hugs. Grantaire, as much as he hid it, would have done anything for the group. Oh and how could he forget Gavroche? The little guy had more spirit in him than any of them. And poor Eponine, she was tougher than any of the national guards' men.

Enjolras spent so much time on the revolution that he had no idea who or what he was without his friends and movement. Really he didn't want to remember who he was, because it wasn't. It was not him. Not anymore.

"Their funeral is tomorrow," Marius reminded him still looking at the door.

Enjolras finally pulled his eyes towards Marius, "Yeah. Musichetta promised to help cook the food."

"That's nice."

"Yes, and Montparnasse promised to help Bury them."

"I'm thankful for him," Marius looked at him, "How's Grantaire's sister?"

Enjolras looked down at the table, "She saying it wasn't my fault. I'm just glad she agreed to move in with me, you know? With out Grantaire she probably wouldn't be able to make rent."

Marius nodded.

A few months later, Enjolras walked to the graveyard. He said hi to each of his friends, and even Javert, placing a flower on each stone. He stopped at Grantaire, sitting by his headstone in the snow. The blonde, who wore a green heavy coat, pulled out a bottle of wine and placed it by his stone.

"Marius' wedding is today," He said out loud, "I just got back from the tailors. I'm honored to be his best man."

The wind blew into his face making a roar in his ears. It was freezing, but Enjolras didn't leave, "We've helped each other a lot in these past few months, Marius, your sister, Musichetta, Montparnasse, and I. Talked a lot about old times. It's been hard."

Snow started to float softly down around him. It was beautiful and peaceful. "People say we should move on, past the revolution, love, and friendship. They tell us to forget the songs and memories."

Enjolras laid down in the snow, feeling as numb as his legs. He looked at the sky, "Sometimes I close my eyes, you lot are still here. You're drinking your wine. Courf' and 'ferre are talking about something Courfeyrac said to get Combeferre heated up. Joly and Bossuet are talking about Bossuet's soup he made for him. Jehan, Feuilly and Bahorel are singing a song. And 'Poni and Gavroche are happy. I feel save in this place behind my close eyes."

"That's when it scares me. It scares me because when I go to join you one day, will I see you? Will I be punished for causing this to happen? Will you guys want to see me?" Tears fell from the corners of his eyes making his face colder.

He closed his eyes and he was still there, everything was the same. The only difference was Grantaire laying beside him, holding his hand, "Red, you say the stupidest things. We're waiting for you guys."

"Are you really here?"

Grantaire smiled sadly, "I love you Apollo."

Enjolras opened his eyes and he was alone.

"I love you too, Icarus."

[lalarose216]

EPONINE DOESN’T DIE SAVING MARIUS IN THE MUSICAL BUT SHE DOES IN THE MOVIE

people act like the musical is so much better than the movie like? you do remember that enjolras and grantaire don't even die together in the musical, right? But they do die together in the movie!!!!!!

[sageswirll]

You can never go wrong with Marius and Cosette. I need more fanart and fics of them. But I don't just want sweet, lovey dovey, hand holding while frolicking through meadows content - i need angst. I need frustrated Cosette, i need an argument - i need proper fics. but if you love the heterosexuals too much, then I want to see the comforting angst. Cosette caring for Marius with his survivors guilt. Cosette and Marius, huddled together with the letter Valjean wrote. Cosette having a nightmare about her past and waking Marius up. I've read it all with E/R. Now I need the cheesy ones to become real.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

A Little Fall of Rain from Les Mis but it's Raoul and Christine at the end of Love Never Dies