#and Joly was SO fun to write for in this fic

[syrupsyche]

👀Can I ask to hear more about Teacher's au Joly I adore him

I'M ALWAYS DOWN TO TALK ABOUT MY TEACHER AU !!!!! ty for letting me yap 🤩 I actually made a doodle of his office desk as well:

And here are some of my headcanons:

I know you asked me how old Joly was compared to Combeferre; I imagine Ferre being 27 in the story (slightly older than Enjolras' 26), with Joly being closer to 24-25? Which is about the age I would be when I become a teacher so I'm just projecting onto Joly here :3

Joly went into the sciences intending to be a surgeon but his hypochondria got pretty bad, so he decided to go into teaching! He teaches Chemistry and Biology and works very well with the younger students.

He gets assigned to the St. John's Ambulance Bridgade club ((I don't actually know if this is all set in France yet lol; if it is, then whatever the equivalent of that is there)) since he's already First-Aid certified and has tons of medical knowledge under his belt. Bossuet was also assigned there, and they're cubicle mates too so they become good friends ☺️

Eventually he gets over his superstition around the whole left corridors thing. Mostly by walking down it with another teacher or with some students. But then there was ANOTHER rumour about a ghost haunting a tree in the school gardens and well....the cycle just repeats 😔

[spookykoolkat]

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hello and welcome to my main masterlist that compiles all of my written work EVER!

⇢ first i'd like to introduce myself!

i'd prefer if people would call me jolie, it doesn't matter!

i'm nineteen years old :p goth metalhead :3

and i ONLY write for fat, plus sized people, ii write stories that i would read myself, as a plus sized woman, and i hope everyone enjoys it! if not, i'm sorry that it does not cater to thinner people but i need my plus size representation 🖤

AND AS ALWAYS, its FREE FREE PALESTINE!

⇢ now to get into my written work <3

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all of these written works will or are consisted of dark themes, adult content, adult themes, violence, romance, SMUT, and varying emotions/tones. all written work done by me is not allowed to be shared, published or claimed as their own!

⁂ - smut, 18+ only, mature themes

⁑ - angst, intimacy, light smut

🎃 - kinktober [INCOMPLETE]

joel miller fics will not be continued at the moment.

OKAY finally, here are my stories written by MEEE :p

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you're just so sweet ⁂

✰ coming back into town for your mother's birthday wasn't difficult. it was figuring out how to be around their long time friend, eddie, without feeling that familiar throb between your legs.

you're just so sweet | 2 ⁂

✰ of course he wouldn't speak to you. he was a much older man, and you were just a naïve little girl who pushed her luck. didn't you listen to every song about daddy issues ever?

always mine, forever ⁂

✰ having your friend group spend the night at your place to watch movies was supposed to be fun! so why was your heart racing at the thought of eddie being merely feet away while you slept in your bed?

your brother's rocker friend ⁂ request

✰ dustin was always a little shit, but he was YOUR little shit. along with your nerdy brother, came along his not so nerdy, older friends. one in particular that drooled over everything you did.

the cabin in the woods ⁂ request

✰ robin's new friend caught some attention from her friends, but eddie couldn't find it in himself to make a move on you. of course robin's hot friend had to be lesbian. or so he thought.

toxic ⁂ 🎃

✰ to your dismay, you and eddie could never find the sense to leave each other alone.

taped ⁂ 🎃

✰ eddie needed a way to keep you with him forever, what's a better way than to document it on camera?

looking for a good time? ⁂ 🎃

✰ eddie was always up for trying new things. he just didn't think someone who he couldn't even see would make him feel the way he did.

trick or treat ⁂ 🎃

sorry about your boyfriend ⁂ 🎃

lucifer, my love ⁂ 🎃

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after work *

tattoo shop *

more coming soon

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the red - series masterlist

updates halted indefinitely

「 chapter one 「 chapter two 「 chapter three 「 chapter four*

「 chapter five* 「 chapter six* 「 chapter seven* 「 chapter eight*

「 chapter nine 「 chapter ten

[justgayrevolutionnaries]

Of snowflakes and revolution

My gift for @fructidors for the @drinkwithme-exchange ! I was more than happy to make another fic for you, this time I wanted to focus on Grantaire an Jehan and I had so much fun writing about them, I hope you enjoy <3

This one takes place in canon era, a few weeks before the Barrière du Maine episode.

Read it below or find it on Ao3 !

February 1832

“You know, my friend, since you forced me to go out, I feel the least you could do is look happy I obliged.”

Jean Prouvaire’s words seemed to be met with an immediate success, as the man facing him, though he didn't assume the happy look expected of him, was effectively snapped back to reality and considered him with an ironic stare.

“I would apologize, but I should have thought you would be more than eager to look out that window yourself - are you not the same one who would rather talk about the shapes of the clouds than listen to Enjolras pestering us with practical matters ? I am curious what you should have to say about the snow out there.”

In Grantaire’s defense, although he was not usually one to admire the landscape, it was not everyday you could find Paris under the snow, and both of them had a feeling they should revel in the occasion, as they did not know when they would come across such a view again - or even if they ever would. In fact, Prouvaire’s face as he called out to his friend was more bemused than actually upset, as he had barely been able to tear his eyes from the window himself since they had sat down at the Corinthe.

The pair would usually meet at Prouvaire’s apartment, although it was so messy these days that there was barely enough room for him to move around, let alone his imposing and exuberant friend. Not that it bothered the poet in the slightest, it seemed almost natural for him to live amidst a mess of worn out-books, pieces of paper filled with fragmented verses and various flowers all around, and since there was always a bottle of good wine to be found somewhere in this mess, Grantaire did not mind either. This time however, upon finding out that his friend had been so absorbed in his readings that he had completely neglected his mortal needs such as buying decent food, Grantaire had positively dragged him out of the building, claiming that “burying yourself in books will make you even more boring than Combeferre” and that he needed to go out immediately to prevent this unfortunate occurrence from happening.

Which was how the two of them had found themselves walking along the quays of Paris under the freezing wind, looking for a decent place to eat. The streets were cold, probably colder than they had been in years, and although this did not affect their enthusiasm in the slightest, all Jehan could think about was that they would not be able to show their faces at the Musain for weeks to come, as they would never hear the end of it if Joly was to catch them with a cold.

Either way, as one could have expected, their wandering had led them to the Corinthe ; the cabaret was not exactly an establishment that could be qualified a “decent place to eat at” but it seemed any other place would have felt wrong - at least that was Courfeyrac’s usual saying to justify their constant going back. Well, that and the fact the waiter here knew Grantaire so well that she immediately brought not one, but two bottles to their table- two bottles that the man had been eyeing with envy since they had sat down.

As he reached for one, however, Jehan immediately slapped his friend’s hand away, blatantly ignoring the offended look he was met with.

“I will remind you - do not give me that wounded look, capital R - I will remind you that I agreed to come only if you did not inebriate yourself before we even got the chance at a meal together.”

Grantaire merely wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought.

“Really, Prouvaire ? You, of all people, are going to tell me I am not allowed a drink today ?”

“Actually, I had expected my winning personality was enough to keep you good company - in fact, I shall take great offense if I find you brought me here only to immediately replace me with a bottle of wine. I should be upset, really. Positively vexed.”

The stern words only earned him a sarcastic look from his friend, who was used to Prouvaire’s theatrical lectures enough to know he did not mean one word of it.

However, though the redhead enjoyed teasing his friend about this subject, the truth was that being around Prouvaire had an unexpected effect on Grantaire. While the man was ever the most likely to grab a drink, and had drunk himself to oblivion more than once after a disdainful look from Enjolras, Jehan’s presence often sufficed to help him sober up. Not that the poet himself did not enjoy a drink, he was never the last to hold a glass of good wine to his lips, but he somehow seemed able to soothe Grantaire’s temperament with his mere words - after sharing a meal with the two of them, even Courfeyrac had marveled at the man’s sober self, effectively assigning Jehan the name of a “miracle worker”.

As if to acknowledge this, Grantaire’s eyes softened as he answered :

“And I am more than grateful for that company, Prouvaire. Although I think you are avoiding my question.”

At this point he took a solemn face and leaned in closer, earning him a puzzled look from Jehan.

“You will have to remind me what question you are talking about, R. I am afraid you were not the only one not paying attention.”

Grantaire leaned in even closer if that was possible and, whispering dramatically, he asked :

“What about the snow ?”

Prouvaire smiled as he understood what his friend meant. He leaned back into his chair, taking a puff of his pipe as he assumed a pensive look.

“The snow, uh ? A white mantle that comes to cover our whole city, petals white and pure, as if they had been sent by the gods themselves. For all we know, Chione could still be the one blowing snowflakes down until they reach us, so small and yet all chiseled by her hand, one by one. ”

“Is that all ? You are letting yourself go, Prouvaire. I expected more of-”

Grantaire burst out laughing as Jehan threw his hat at him, deliberately missing his face.

“Would you just let me think, you heathen !”

He closed his eyes to better concentrate, deciding that his friend’s ironic smile was not helping him at all.

“City asleep in the silence

Footsteps of a ghost in the night-”

“A ghost, really ? It seems to me those appear every time you try and write a verse about anything.”

“And why should we not talk about spirits ?” Jehan countered. “They are all around us. But if you have better inspiration, feel free to share it ; I shall be glad to hear what you have to say.”

Though caught off guard, Grantaire was more than happy to oblige.

“Snow falls from the sky like sparkles in the dark- no, this one doesn’t feel right. Keep going, you are better at this than I am.”

“No, no, wait, you had a good one with this. Snow falls down from the sky, sparkles in the dark / Black and white as far as my eyes can see…”

Here the poet stopped for a moment as he seemed to come back to reality, and he blushed slightly at the pride written on Grantaire’s face.

“I can keep going, if you want me to,” he said almost timidly.

“Of course you could. You seem to have a gift for this, you know. Poetry- your sensitivity seems to come almost naturally in your words.”

“You are not so bad with words yourself, my friend. You should consider coming by to help us write a speech, one of those days.”

Though light-hearted and seemingly nonchalant, the offer was merely met with a disdainful scoff from the man facing him.

“A speech ? So I can stand by and make a fool of myself with nonsense while Enjolras tells me to go home ? I don’t see what use I could be there. You should know by now your speeches mean near nothing to me.”

As Jehan was about to answer, his eyebrows furrowed, he found himself choking on the smoke of his own pipe. His friend seemed used to this occurrence, as he began softly patting the redhead's back with a bemused smile.

“I am a lost cause, Prouvaire. You should go waste your time on someone else. Besides, you should know Enjolras would never allow me in the vicinity if he is writing a speech to rally workers - or whatever it is you are trying to do - I would only spoil his credibility.”

“Grantaire, I have seen you go on for hours about the most beautiful of subjects - do you think I don’t remember that time you made up a limerick in just a few seconds, with only a candle for inspiration ? Your problem is not your style of speech, because you are splendid at it, it is merely your convictions.”

The suddenly serious tone of the poet was not lost on Grantaire, who leaned back in his chair to consider him thoughtfully.

“That is quite the compliment you are giving me here. Where are you going at with this flattery, if I may ask ?”

“I heard Enjolras is looking to make a census a few weeks from now- he believes it could be of use soon. He may be looking for someone to go to the Barrière du Maine, and I believe you are a familiar of Richefeu’s.”

Jehan understood he had got his friend’s interest as he saw, for the first time, a glint of surprise in his eye.

“You really have thought about this, have you not ?”

“What I am trying to say is, if you want to be taken as seriously as you deserve, you have to show what you are capable of. I believe you should try and convince Enjolras to let you go, just this once. You might even find you actually have beliefs- whether you are willing to admit it or not.”

As Grantaire opened his mouth to try a last word of protest, he added :

“And if you still think I was wrong about this then, I promise to buy you a meal to make up for it- and a decent one this time.”

Lost in his thoughts, his friend did not answer him immediately ; and when he did his response was lost in the noise of the conversation surrounding them. However, Jehan’s words seemed to have worked like a charm at reinvigorating Grantaire, as when the two of them finally left the café, he was engaged in one of those soliloquies not even Jehan dared to interrupt.

“Your friends may despise me, but I will have you know I am more than capable of starting a revolution if I put my mind to it. I should like to think I am not an idealist, what good did that ever do to anyone ? I refuse to die for your revolution. Prouvaire says I shall become a mere spirit too one day. I call this nonsense. Men will take a look around, and the snow bothers them no more than the sun ; still they talk of battles and oppression. I am more than happy to say I will leave the guns and the glory to you, my friend - although I shall personally be very disappointed to see a gun in your hands. You are, like me, a man of sentiment, and we shall-”

Grantaire’s grandiloquent speech was cut off abruptly as the wind caught a hold of his hat, causing it to fly off along the boulevard, a few feet before the two men. He swore profusely as he began running after it, followed by the redhead who was laughing heartily, turning his face upwards to feel the snow landing on his skin.

God, Jehan loved snow. He really wished they would get to see it fall again - next year, hopefully.

[mellybaggins]

9 People You Want To Get To Know Better (Tag Game)

Thank you @ponder-the-orb for the tag <3

First Ship: Morwen x Astarion all day long, though Idril x Amdir are a very close second. I love the shit out of writing both of those pairings. Two sides of the same coin.

Second Ship: Gale x Laileth. I've taken a bit of a break from writing them cause *gestures at all of the life things getting in the way* but I'm by no means done with them. They're so adorable and they make my heart happy.

Third Ship: Honestly, I'm a big fan of Bloodweave, but I've recently had my interest piqued on Bloodpact too. I need more time to read other people's fics so I can delve into that.

Last Song: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Malia J. It's the song for the chapter I'm currently writing.

Last Movie: I rewatched Changeling last night for the first time since seeing it in theatres. I forgot how much of a gut punch that movie is.

Currently Reading: Notes From My Travels by Angelina Jolie

Currently Watching: My Angelina Obsession has come to a middle. I got a whole bunch of movies I've never seen that she was in and I'm steadily working my way through them. Tonight is probably gonna be either Pushing Tin or Life or Something Like It, cause I haven't seen either of them and I need something fun and peppy after the ten pages of solid angst I just wrote.

Currently Eating: I ordered sushi for dinner. Nigiri, my beloved.

Currently Craving: I kinda wish I had some ice cream, but I was too tired after work to stop at the store.

No Obligation Tags: @bhaalbabebardlock, @chamtong, @spacesunderstairs, @grovyrosegirl, @syd-the-dude2, @phoenix-disorder, @piano-man-harmonica, @elemit, and @grilledcheesd

[combeferres-mothematics]

barricade day fic!!!!!!?? ?? tell us moooore

😭😭😭 The fact that this appeared in my inbox less than a minute after I reblogged that is greatly amusing to me.

So, the basic plot of the fic is Les Amis die at the barricade, then wake up in modern times. I'm not sure whether to call it time travel or reincarnation, so I've just been referring to it as a bit of both. Because they definitely died, that's very much a thing that happened, but they're also waking up in in the 21st century as adults, full memory of what happened at the barricade and before, and they have never seen a lot of the 21st century stuff. (I am having So. Much. Fun. with this plot point and I've barely even written anything in the 21st century 😭I need to finish the 19th first aaaaaahhhhhh)

The first nine chapters are each from the POV of one of the boys covering the events of the barricade, from them heading down the street after the funeral (Or, in JBR's case, Preliminary Gaieties), to their deaths, and then a short snippet from when they first wake up in the 21st century.

In the 21st century they're also split up into different cities, I have them two to a city at first, aside from Feuilly Yes, I know I am slightly evil who's alone. Of course, they may not be close to each other in the city, but the pairs will run into each other by chance, aside from ExR, who are much closer than the others (They died holding hands, so I factored that into the time travel logistics)

I haven't decided on the places they'll be quite yet, but I do have my pairs mapped out. :D

Bahorel and Prouvaire are together, as are Courfeyrac and Bossuet, and Combeferre and Joly.

This is so far what I have, (Yes, this is how I realized that Courfeyrac dies 5th out of 9th of the Amis). The Chapters for Bahorel, Prouvaire, and Combeferre are finished, and Enjolras needs one more scene that I have to choose. (I have too many options and not enough room)

And the word count is only counting the words in the actual chapters, with the scenes for later chapter's I have written, I'd say I'm about 11,000 words so far. They're all contained in the 'snippets' section of the document though because I'm trying to finish these nine before adding more.

But alas, Combeferre accidentally terrorizing people by being WAY too excited about their digital camera is much too funny not to write now. (In context he is also still very much in the clothes he wore at the barricade at that point, and they are none too pretty... 😭)

[raccoonfallsharder]

Hi! I just wanted to say I've been reading through Window Across the Galaxy - inching forward but reading it - and the way you write Rocket is so damn good. Though maybe I'm biased to hell and back because that is also exactly how I pictured pre-vol. 1 Rocket, haha.

The switching perspectives offer so much. I love how much they are misunderstanding each other.

Your work is inspiring me to want to work on my own wip OC fic. I've only just finished reading chapter 2 but I'm so hooked on Jolie and Rocket's tale. I love all these little snippets we get about her and her career as an artist/appraiser/restorer is so interesting.

A few questions, I know there are a lot of little references to the comics here and there, some I recognize from my own forays into reading those, and when I don't, I look it up because honestly, you add so much flavor and life to the worlds you write that I feel the need to know more. For the stuff that isn't a reference or at least a direct reference (as in a product from a known planet), how do you decide on names and other specifics? I personally long to do that in my writing but struggle with thinking things sound believable.

My other question is do you have any tips for writing Rocket? I know technically he hasn't said anything yet where I am in the story - semantics really, lol - but even through his thought process it sounds so much like him.

friend. sunshine. dewdrop. every time i see a comment or message or ask from you, i get giddy as a six-month-old puppy. you are SO kind and generous and I appreciate your words & support SO much

i’m gonna (try to) answer your questions behind the cut because I am a wordy bitch. also these questions are hard because i don’t often think about HOW my brain works so i will do my best.

but first i wanna say that i am SO excited & honored to have encouraged you to work on your own oc fic! if you end up posting here pleeease tag me ♡ and if not that’s okay too. when i started Window i thought it was going to be just for me and honestly it freed me up to do whatever the fuck i wanted, at my own pace, and that is part of what has kept it fun for me.

K BUCKLE UP THIS IS LENGTHY

so in terms of the shit I just make up (Glortho’s Equation, Spartaxian sugardrops, various fruits and foods and soap and recycling-compressors and other general NONSENSE). this is a layered process.

Almost everything I make up, I try to root in a canonical environment/planet, and I want it to make sense for the characters to HAVE it.

so eg, recycling-compressors came about because, like, they just need a practical way to store or get rid of trash. Are they jettisoning it into space every cycle? Dropping it on a landfill planet? Rocket’s comics-canon disdain for Earth + mentions of intergalactic human lifeform rights policies that Earth doesn’t honor leads me to belief that MOST space-folk embrace more sustainable practices. could be a recycling planet, but i didn’t want them needing to travel there every eight rotations or whatever so i decided having a compressor would allow them to have longer gaps between unloading. but like, you could do ANYTHING. maybe most intergalactic packaging is made from products that can be burnt as a clean universal fuel or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

similarly i wanted my best raccoon boy to have access to fish. but since he’s a broke-ass bounty hunter 90% of the time, it’s gotta be something inexpensive/accessible (or stealable) - which means it’s probably a cheap export from a planet with a lot of water. Hello, Morag (and the resulting Moraggian moonfish). Sometimes I’ll reference something already canonical in connection to something I fuckin made up just to increase the sense that all these things interplay with each other (zargnut-crusted moonfish sold by a street vendor on conjunction).

Sometimes I do the opposite. I try to imagine what a product from a planet would look like. eg Indigarran beeswax. I thought, what would Indigar export? It’s this gorgeous planet with a cathedral/palace/place of devotion made of glass. if i - an aesthetique lol - had a glass cathedral, I’d want that shit lit up with candles. Can you imagine how gorgeous that would be? Glimmering everywhere. That’s how i spent too much time dreaming up Indigarran beeswax ceremonial candles for a throwaway line somewhere deep in Window I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I also figure because of Kree imperialism in this region of the galaxy, a lot of shit is probably Xandaran. Relatedly if it’s a product associated with wealth, I’ll use Xandar or Spartax (also Atraxia but I think I made that planet up lol). I’ll use Asgard occasionally too but less often because it’s supposed to be at the other end of the galaxy. So if I’m referencing a luxury item, it USUALLY comes from one of these places.

For writing Rocket. I think @aliasrocket recently wrote something about this and I agree with like, every flawless thing they said. I listen to a lot of Rocket clips. I try to hear each spoken line in my head in his voice. Some verbs will end in a hard -ing, and some in a soft hanging -in’. I might also use a conjunction (even if it’s not a “usual” conjunction). Sometimes I use something like a liaison in French (I don’t know if there’s a word for it in English, but I basically smush two words together). Moreover, I’ll go back through Rocket’s dialogue on reread and just make sure I don’t go more than like 1-3 sentences without some kind of word-softening. Some examples:

“What’re you laughin’ at me for?”

“Why d’you wanna do that?”

In third-person narration from Rocket’s perspective (non-dialogue) i still try to use these sporadically, but nowhere near as often because I am trying to separate narrative voice from speaking voice just a little.

I also try to consider rocket’s frame of reference for everything from his perspective. What does he know about because he’s seen it? Heard of it? How did he see or hear it? did he learn about it from a fellow prisoner in the Kyln? Someone he did a job for in Conjunction? An alien refugee on earth? Iron Man? Did he steal it? Make it? Buy it? Was it given to him and by whom and why? How trustworthy is his source? How trustworthy does he think they are?

…

OKAY. wow if you made it to the end of this novel you are IMPRESSIVE and I hope it was at least a little helpful. if you have any other questions I will be flattered and happy to answer them and I’ll try to less fuckin wordy. ♡

you are a gem & a blessing & I hope your fanfic-writing brings you JOY

[saintmouthed]

dtcfdp chapter 2 (author commentary)

I fear it is time to Reread dtcfdp Again and I'm going to be so annoying about it, actually. Anyway I'm gonna basically reread my own fic and liveblog the experience. Chapter 2 commentary starts under the cut, but you can find chapter 1 commentary here if you're interested!

FLIRTING DISGUISED AS NEGOTIATION...oh I see that's always been a favorite of mine.

"But it’s difficult not to feel like life is passing him by, stuck in this temporary place between all the milestones of ‘average’ adulthood and unable to find his way to the next stage, watching everyone else leave him behind. With jobs, with relationships, with careers. If not with those things, then at least they know what they want and how to get it."

yeah I was going through it in early adulthood, how did you know? (I wanted this fic to like... explore that more thoroughly, but I had SO MANY threads going on in this fic, and the most interesting was the goofiness and the kink, so that's what we got)

(though this does remind me that I found my notebook where I brainstormed dtcfdp in the first time,,, perhaps I will share some of those notes as a DVD extra at the end of the commentary)

It was fun. It was kind of silly, though, because that’s just the way that we were, and I don’t think I necessarily left those encounters feeling like I got everything I could from it. R.

baby masochist R my beloved. SOOOO much projection in this fic, except my adventurous partner (the one that inspired this ex-boyfriend of R's) was too embarrassed to even admit they were into That even though it was so obvious and I knew.

Aren’t you a sadist? Do you even know the meaning of the word? R. For the sake of making sure you’re comfortable playing with me at the end of the week, I absolutely know the meaning of the word. Ange. What about for the sake of honesty? R. Rarely. Ange.

been talking about this a lot lately. Another thing that I wanted in the fic but it never made it into the actual text. I always imagined that Enjolras had a nasty breakup with someone in the scene before he met Grantaire and he blames himself, and that's why he's holding back so much and trying so so hard to be careful with Grantaire's boundaries. Of course that's part of where the whole mess comes in, they're both so worried they're doing something Wrong that they don't want to Talk to each other. lmao.

Besides, Fantine lets him use the wheels after-hours and on his days off so long as he pays for the clay, and sometimes he really fucking misses the ceramics lab.

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS...oh Grantaire and Joly and Bossuet only drink from Grantaire's hand thrown mugs. When he first started working at the Paint and Party, they were so wonky and small because he was out of practice. Now they're increasingly elaborate, to the point where Joly and Bossuet still use the wonky ones because they're afraid of dropping the pretty ones.

If you’re asking me if I’m attracted to you, though, the answer is yes. Ange

writing dtcfdp enjolras is soooo fun. Especially when I get to write his POV, because to Grantaire he's always trying his best to be suave and charming and mean, meanwhile mentally he's swearing up a storm.

Mhm. There’s nothing quite like it, and I am all kinds of mean there is. Ange.

LIKE THIS

“You feed your adventure to a hungry dragon,” Bossuet adds, helpfully. Grantaire doesn’t know how he manages to sound so excited. Bossuet has consistently gotten terrible rolls no matter the game or the dice, and out of the four of them, even with as much as they play together, he’s the only one who’s had multiple characters die in-game due to unfortunately timed crit-fails.

I STILL HAVEN'T PLAYED THIS GAME RIP....poor Grantaire having all his TTRPG characters die. That was cruel of me

the negotiation... tearing up, remembering my early forays into the scene,,, wow

Not this time, he says. R. This time? Ange.

as much as Grantaire goes insane for Enjolras saying "next time" in this fic... you just KNOW that Enjolras is frothing at the mouth at this mention.

Which is fine. He's fine (section break) He is not fine.

this never fails to make me laugh.

“This is my cue to remind you that everything about this is up to you.” “I know.” Grantaire says, voice muffled against his shoulder. “You can go home right now, if you like.” “I know.” “I absolutely will not ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “I know.” Grantaire says, once more, with a huff of laughter.

Ange runs his hand up and down Grantaire’s back in a comforting gesture before pulling away to look at his face. “Good. It’s always worth repeating just once more. Now, what would make you feel most comfortable? Do you want to call it off for today, or try another time, maybe?”

genuinely crying now....I love them and also just, agh. I loved getting to write him as gentle in these crucial moments. I love a sadist as you probably know but I also love a "hey, reminder, you're safe, you're in control" sweetness.

“That’s cute.” Ange says. “But unnecessary. Save your ‘sir’s for when I actually punish you.”

was just talking about this too!!!! this was legitimately my favorite thing to play with in this fic. Grantaire constantly throwing around sarcastic "sir yes sir"s and Enjolras tolerating it.... until That Scene

“Words, please.”

fucking menace. I hate when they do this (by which I mean I think it's mean, by which I mean I love it) but also I LOOOOOVE saying it myself. So. The duality of man.

“How are you feeling?” “…A little bit…fuzzy.” Ange chuckles, resting his hands on Grantaire’s thighs. “Happy?” Grantaire has to think about this for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so. Why?” “Because you’re grinning like crazy.” Grantaire touches his face to confirm that he is, in fact, grinning a wide smile. “Oh.”

SCREAMS... I forgot about this. FUCK. I love this. SO MUCH.

I'LL HOLD YOU AS LONG AS YOU NEED....do you ever CRY. I love the chapters that end like that. it's so CUTE.

this was so fun. I love reading over this fic, and lately people have really been flattering me telling me they reread it too. <3

next chapter commentary coming soon!

[108garys]

Hello! Here I go into your ask box.

You seemed to like the jolie post I put up earlier (which I'm very glad for). You should totally make some john x charlie scribbles or maybe write a little story of them!

They are very cute and I require sustanance to feed my jolie desires ☺️

Thanks for asking, I'd certainly be down to write for them when I can come up with something and as you know I'm all about that cross anthology(or smg) interconnection, so here's the first fan art for your newly minted ship 😁

I kept it nice and simple and made it somewhat reminecent of your fic, they were fun to draw

[queer-cosette]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

❤️❤️❤️ thankyou so much Stsi!!! This was such a nice ask to open when I got home from work! ❤️❤️

Top Five Favourite Fics By Me

I was born on the run (but I'll die holding your hand)

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Heathers the Musical

Main Relationships: Jason "J.D." Dean/Veronica Sawyer

Chapters: 1/1

Completed: Yes

Word Count: 7,451

Summary:

“I figured I have until eight AM on Monday morning to have my last bit of fun before she ruins my reputation beyond repair, so… Iwasgoingtoaskifyouwantedtohavesexwithme.” JD stares at her, his mouth falling open slightly in surprise. She hopes to god it’s good surprise and not the bad kind. “Me…” he chokes out, after an agonizingly long silence that really only lasts ten seconds, “with… you?” Veronica feels her cheeks flush with mortification. She should never have done this. She should have just gone home and waited for Heather’s revenge to rain down on her - “Yes.” Alternative titles for this fic included Dead Girl Walking (one more time with feelings), Shameless Jdonica Fluffy Smut, and Fucking Hell I Can't Believe They Fucked In Comic Sans (Writer's Block Sucks).

So yeah, this fic is basically just. extremely fluffy canon compliant smut. But I'm honestly pretty proud of how it turned out, and I'm working on not being ashamed of writing smut, so yeah, it's going on the list!

On Se Sent Comme Par Magie

Rating: T

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types

Main Relationships: Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy, Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre/Courfeyrac, Bahorel/Éponine Thénardier, Feuilly/Jehan Prouvaire, Joly/Musichetta, eventual Bossuet/Joly/Musichetta

Chapters: 82/?

Completed: No

Word Count: 488,777

Summary:

15 years ago, a young woman uses her powers to send her infant daughter to another dimension to protect her. It sparks off an adventure that won't start until the girl turns 16... Cosette is a normal girl who accidentally stumbles upon a world of magic. And when she finds out just how intwined she is with the magical world's destiny, she knows she has to do everything she can to protect the future of the Universe. A Les Mis Winx Club AU

On Se Sent Comme Par Magie is technically 5 or 6 fics in a series, but asking me to choose my favourite one out of them is like asking me to choose my favourite child. I've been writing this story since I was 17 and it's kind of a part of me at this point.

The Mystery Solvers of Derry

Rating: T

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Derry Girls (TV)

Main Relationships: Clare Devlin & James Maguire & Michelle Mallon & Orla McCool & Erin Quinn, James Maguire/Erin Quinn

Chapters: 8/?

Completed: No

Word Count: 22,179

Summary:

Kathy Maguire's announcement that she's returning to Derry to work on a new monster-themed tourism campaign isn't greeted with enthusiasm by her son... ...mostly because he's part of the teenage mystery solving gang dedicated to debunking the city's supernatural activity. When James, Erin, Orla, Michelle and Clare stumble on a secret catacomb hidden beneath Our Lady Immaculate College, they think it's just the start of another monster-themed caper to cover up a crime. But when Erin finds a lost locket and can't connect it to the case, a mysterious figure known only as 'C' informs them that they've unwittingly stumbled upon the real mystery hidden in the Derry catacombs... (A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated! AU)

So this fic is really fun to write, and I need to get back to it! It's, as the summary says, an AU where the Derry Girls are the Scooby Gang, and they stumble on a mystery that could spell doom for everyone in Derry - unfortunately, they're all sixteen and act like it. It's a fic that I've so far always smiled a lot while writing, and the response from the fandom has been so so nice <3

Dear Diary...

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Fandom: Total Drama (cartoon)

Main Relationships: Courtney/Duncan

Chapters: 13/13

Completed: Yes

Word Count: 34.423

Summary:

"Dear Diary - My teen angst bullshit now has a body count." Heather Chandler. Gwen Duke. Lindsay McNamara. Courtney Sawyer. Together they make up the most powerful clique at Westerburg High. Most people would die to get into it. Courtney would kill to get out of it. Enter Duncan Dean. He has a way with women, a way with words, and a very special way with a gun. "It's God versus my boyfriend, and God's losing..."

Total Drama is such a good fandom to get into if you want to write AU fic, and me being obsessed with Heathers, I had to write a Heathers AU. It fits so well too - the main characters are a good girl who struggles with bitter anger and dark thoughts, a bad boy who walks the line between charming and sociopathic, a queen bee so thoroughly shallow it almost passes for depth, a perky and immature cheerleader who slowly realises she's being dragged down by the people she hangs out with, and a quiet, bookish loner who is so convinced she's in the right that she can't see her own capacity for cruelty.

mArinette

Rating: T

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Main Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marc Anciel/Nathniël Kurtzberg

Chapters: 8/8

Completed: Yes

Word Count: 27.326

Summary:

Marinette tells a lie. A pretty big lie. And soon one lie turns into another, and before she knows it, she's going out of her way to keep the lie going. When Lila lies, it's sloppy. But Marinette's lie is all too believable. At least no one else is getting hurt by her lie. But Marinette's about to find out how hard it is to be known as the school slut. An Easy A AU.

Gosh. Where would I be without mentioning mArinette. This is the fic I'm most divided about, because I love it, however I also got a massive amount of negative backlash as a result. I guess that whole "10% of every group are assholes, so the bigger the group, the louder the assholes start sounding" thing is true. Anyway, this fic is deeply personal to me, but it's also silly, campy, romantic, angsty, and fluffy.

Again, thank you so much for this ask, Stsi!!! Muchos gracias ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[waterloou]

1-8 50-60

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Honestly it depends on my mood but with one shots it’s gonna be done and multi chaptered…I have never wrapped up a story in my life I’ll say that

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

They are small bullet points that come to me in a dream and then it takes me 5 months to write it

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Spotify, art, Pinterest

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Planning? Freewrite of ideas I had that made me want to write it?

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Writing?

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Literally anywhere. Songs, books, movies, mangas, historical interests, shows, Pinterest, tumblr

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

If it’s done well and I ask for it. I’m usually p tough on myself. I trust a handful of ppl to do it right

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

I show all my work to my friends usually before I post it but like them helping edit it? Ehh, depends on if I’m stuck writing it or not. I write mostly (but not always) for myself anyways so if I don’t hate it I’ll post it. But if it’s for someone else? I’ll def have someone look over it

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Whoever I kin more (jk) usually whoever is being affected the most I believe. Or if I’m enamored with another character idk. It really depends

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Beginning bc I cannot for the life of me write a middle or end

50. How long is your longest fic?

17,099 and I won’t say which one bc I don’t associate with that fandom anymore

51. What’s your total AO3 word count?

102,228

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes but I am v slow at it bc I reread them and I keep them unread so I surprise myself when I look into my inbox

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

65/35 reader/writer

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Planning and creating before writing

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Theo but honestly I feel myself being swayed by Jesper and Wylan but I also loved writing Joly and Combeferre and Courfeyrac and Loftus but ummm yeah I am not a decision maker

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Period pieces idk I just like how I write for them it’s also fun

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

As I write but that’s also why I take so long to post or I don’t post half of what I write

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

BRAINSTORM BRAINSTORM

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Absolutely. A LOT of them do I just don’t tell them details

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Yes 🥰🥰🥰

Thrilling and then I make them my friend bc they’re usually all sweethearts and geniuses

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Top five ships you like to write for, movies, and desserts!

Ships! 

1) Megop, of course. I really like every iteration of them, but I find myself gravitating towards TFA, TFP, and G1 the most 

2) Strika/Lugnut (Lugka?) because they’re so buff and so in love and the juxtaposition of having two ultraviolent characters who just care so much about each other is so good 

3) Blackarachnia/Slipstream (I think we’re calling it Blackstream) because they’re goth girlfriends but they’re also headstrong outsiders who would be able to find support and comfort in each other and yes I know it’s a rare pair but I love them 

4) Shockblurr but a very specific dynamic between them like they have to be of equal standing, equal power, and in their right minds because my god is there just so much enemies to lovers potential there (and also not to ruffle any feathers but the way Blurr is often written as powerless or weak in fics gives me the ick) 

5) June Darby/William Fowler and yes I know I haven’t published anything yet but it is in the works because I do believe in finding love later in life and they have potential 

Movies! 

1) The Lost Boys (1988) is the best vampire movie ever made hands down end of discussion. It’s got the perfect build up, the vampire lore is wonderful, the atmosphere is amazing, the story is so good, it embodies the late 80s, and the ending scene???? Astounding 

2) Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) is a film that I watched as a kid and then rewatched again as an adult and it hit me so much harder as an adult. The message of trying to find your skill and purpose in the world, of the glimmer of kind people among uncaring masses, of feeling burnt out and lost and recovering from that just hit so much harder when I got older  

3) Hackers (1995) is ridiculous and amazing. The aesthetic is unmatched, the vibes are so mid-90s, it’s got young Angelina Jolie, the hacking is completely inaccurate, and I love this movie to death and will forever defend it 

4) Amelie (2001) is another one of those movies that hits me harder the older I get. The message of how your small changes can alter the world for the better and make other people’s lives amazing stays with me constantly. And the whole movie looks like it’s a dream 

5) Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) is beautiful and haunting and gorgeous and astounding and the first time I watched it I cried so hard I triggered a migraine and I recommend everyone watch it but I can never watch it again because I will start crying immediately :) 

Desserts! 

1) Mango sorbet, I swear I could eat my weight in it 

2) Cheesecake, either plain or with the fun little flavor swirls 

3) Gulab jamun, which is an Indian dessert made of these sweet creamy cheese balls soaked in syrup it is so good 

4) Jian dui, which are these Chinese sesame seed balls filled with red bean paste and I don’t know if they’re considered a dessert, but they are so sweet and so good 

3) Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food always hits right 

[callofthecurlew]

Think of a Les Mis wiki but it also includes headcanons about each character, categorised for both modern and canon-era personalities from every person on earth. And then you can just mix and match for fic writing.

Because sometimes I love a holistic-health/spiritual Joly but what kind of Bossuet would suit this personality? What kind of Musichetta? What are Jehan and Bahorel like in this universe and how shall I personalise them to it while still in the grounds of their characters??

(For even more fun you could have a dice challenge where you roll a random headcanon for each character and then you lump them together and make it work)

I just see so many of them and I'm always like "oh that sounds COOL" and then I forget.

[scary-senpai]

I saw a cool Ask Game and decided to ask myself (and then answer) all the questions as an exercise in brevity for a treat.

What's a trope you want to explore this year?

I don’t think much about tropes unless I’m actively breaking them, but I am considering playing around with the soulmates trope in a yet-to-be-published Jujutsu Kaisen WIP. Maybe because I’m both ace and polyam, I Have Complex Feelings about both of these tropes and seek to explore them through subversion.

Is there a fic you hope to finish this year?

Many of them, hopefully 😅 In 2021, I posted an OPM / My Hero Academia crossover where Garou attends UA (“be the trouble you wish to see in the world.”) I want to publish an additional story where Garou fights Tokoyami at Sports Day, BUT Garou is nearly disqualified for trying to teach Dark Shadow to fetch. I would also like to type up my Les Mis fic (tentatively titled “joly and Combeferre and zombies”) before I lose it, which is always a concern with handwritten drafts.

Is there anything new you want to try with your writing? A new genre? Style of writing?

A TV script! When you apply to write for a television show, you typically submit a fanfic script for a current sitcom (also known as a “spec script”) and a script for your own original pilot. I’ve decided my spec script will be for What We Do in the Shadows. I’m not an active member of the fandom, but I do love the show. silly/spooky has always been my jam 👻

If you write fanfiction, is there a fandom you haven't written for that you want to this year? Are you going to try?

See above! (What we do in the shadows). Also maybe I will get around to publishing some of my Bungo Stray Dogs stuff

Is there a ship you haven't written for that you're going to try to write for this year?

I’d love to try writing more x Reader stuff! But I’m also nervous about it. I’m curious if there are more people like me that enjoy fics with intimacy but not necessarily sex. I had a lot of fun with Trolling for Soup (Jujutsu Kaisen) which was my Gojo Satoru x Reader story—Gojo tries to make soup. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Is there a trope you're going to leave behind?

I don’t think so, because that’s hard for me to answer. I think about the characters and the story first before I consider what trope it might fit into.

Is there a ship you're going to leave behind?

Doubtful! I have some ideas I’m not sure I’ll get to, but it’s very much a “this isn’t goodbye, I’ll see you later” sort of thing.

Is there any projects you're starting this year?

Define “start” 🤣 — most of my ideas marinate for in my head for awhile before I publish.

This year, I decided to apply for writing fellowships and social work programs, and then leave the rest up to God. I have a few derivative works from pieces currently in public domain (The Sun Also Rises, The Monkey’s Paw but make it Zoom calls) and I’d love to get some funding or something to work on those in a more serious / professional way.

Overall id like to be more aware of the resources that exist for aspiring writers

Is there a fandom you won't be writing for anymore?

I don’t think so—if I don’t write for a fandom for a period of time, it’s usually due to time constraints (like I wasn’t able to publish anything for Jujutsu Kaisen or Bungo Stray Dogs this year, even though I made significant progress on drafts). But I’m also challenging myself to write shorter, more imperfect pieces as opposed to laboring over chapters for months or literal years, as I’ve done before

Do you have a goal for this year for your writing? Any word count? A genre you want to mark off?

I’d love to publish one fic per month without it getting in the way of adulting.

What story you think will become your most popular this year?

If I publish the next bit of the Garou / MHA crossover, I anticipate it will be the most popular primarily due to fandom size. If I recall correctly, my hero academia is one of the most popular fandoms on ao3 (it’s certainly one of the most popular anime / mangas right now!).

If you haven't created any, will you create any OCs? Will you create more OCs?

Inevitably, yes! Ocs make the world go ‘round.

Will you participate in any challenges this year?

Do fandom events count? I will almost certainly do wanpanmas again, and whumptober if time. I do not think I will attempt to combine whumptober and flufftober again, though. That damned near killed me. It was a ton of fun though!

Book covers, are you going to try making book covers?

No, although if I manage to finish a longfic I will certainly commission some art as a treat 😆 as much as I’d love to get back to drawing, this is probably not the year for that to happen

Will you be taking any requests this year?

I’m always open to requests, especially if they are gen / platonic. I’d be open to making them spicier if it’s for a rarepair or coming from someone who doesn’t typically see themselves represented in self-inserts, but that would probably be a dialogue.

If someone expresses interest in a current WIP—it can bump an existing idea up the queue, so to speak. But my best and most joyful works are always those I write for other people.

What's a trope you know you're not going to write for this year?

I have characters that tend to get hurt a lot and then refuse to be comforted, so I’m tempted to say H/C, haha.

But who knows. I feel like I have absolutely no say over what my characters do, haha. Never say never! 😉

Any AUs you want to try this year?

Not really, but I’d love to finish everything’s pushing up daisies (flower shop mafia AU, Jujutsu Kaisen fic). this is the story that combined all the flufftober and whumptober prompts and also almost killed me.

Any authors you hope to collab with this year?

The ghost of Herman Melville (jk). But I’ll collaborate with anyone, really! I’m generally happy to work with other people who want to work with me.

What's a struggle in your writing you're going to overcome this year?

Working too long on a piece without taking a step back to understand what’s broken about it. Getting caught in small descriptive details when the issue is the core foundation

Freebie question! {Be sure to ask the question!}

What other fannish things are you working on?

I am hoping to apply to run some panels at AnimeMidwest that will be interactive and least a little performative in nature—ex: Bereavement group for people who have lost characters, support group for reluctant/accidental anime dads, “my blorbo has never done anything wrong, ever.” And if I’m brave, maybe I’ll do another stand-up set!

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

shit shit ok. ok. my time on ao3 can be separated into eras and qvma era is so formative because i was 12 and on tumblr and thriving. ghhh qvma stands for quiet village my ass. btw. that fic series is obscure knowledge i think only my irl friends know about it and like. one friend on here. he's relevant later.

so i had recently realized the ship imbalance in the fandom (exr dominates by so much?) and i was like well i dont think thats very cool. so i decided to write something out of my comfort zone and somehow decided on les mis beauty and the beasts au. so it began

so montparnasse shows up to the thénardier's in the middle of the night and tells ponine that her father is missing, and ponine reluctantly agrees to go out to help

but what is this? a moth! a silver moth! ponine follows the moth towards a gate surrounding a castle! and she meets the beast, who drags her towards the dungeons of the castle and lo and behold, it's thénardier, who tells the beast that she is his daughter and she is to be his prisoner instead. woop. sadge. ponine is thrown in the cell while her father leaves. end chapter 1. begin story.

in the following chapters we meet the various furniture and appliances:

gavroche is chip and also a long lost brother. or smth.

courfeyrac lumiere pog. his nickname is wax head :)

FLOWER POT JEHAN WOOOOOOOOOO

bahorel is a KNIFE

so soft about wardrobe musichetta handkerchief joly and cracked mirror bossuet

and cogsworth ferre <3

anyways a bunch of stuff happens, as stories go, ponine gets invited to a be our guest style dinner but catches sight of the moth again, following it out into the garden, encountering the beast and being frightened into fleeing the grounds back into the forest, where she runs into fucking. montparnasse again, and this happens

so ponine returns the beast to the tower and collapses. she's given her own room where she meets jbm as mentioned above and explores the castle, making it to a hall of paintings

hmmmmm

the hall leads to a library, where she often spends her time with combeferre the mantel clock, whom she bonds with over books. and one day courfeyrac invites her to another dinner, but this time with the beast himself, and this?? is so funny??

courf and bahorel chaotic neutral

aro éponine foreshadowing (not in this fic but in my irl arc)

but anyways they're decidedly chill now, dining with each other frequently, and after ponine has a fight with gavroche one day because gavroche has been confronted with the idea of mortality, ponine and the beast actually start talking, and ponine learns that the moth is basically the rose, in which, when it dies, the curse is permanent. but they become fwiends, talking openly at dinner.

and ponine is sitting in the library one day and ferre comes in sulking because courfeyrac has a whole romantic dance for ponine and the beast planned.

i have never gotten over the decision to make ponine fall in love with a clock its so funny hnnnngh. end chapter 5?

anyways ponine and the beast do a fun little dance that is not romantic because the beast pulled some strings to change the music and as they're talking ponine suddenly remembers how she fucking left azelma alone with their dad and as she's panicking the beast yells for bossuet so bossuet (as established, broken mirror) shows up and.

bossuet magic mirror bossuet magic mirror

lmao

anyways ponine and gavroche soon make up after clearing up the fact that they are indeed long lost siblings and ponine agrees to teach gav how to read. so it's four people in the library now, ponine, gav, ferre, and bossuet so ponine can check in on her sister and make sure she is ok.

SDFGHJK

but then one night ponine checks and. well azelma isn't looking too good.

🥺

so ponine takes bossuet and joly with her as they set off for town and find azelma to nurse her wounds, but when they wake up

all this happens in chapter 6 fgfhdsjk

they go back to the castle, and as they run joly and bossuet's voices grow fainter until they're only objects, and ponine returns them to where musichetta the wardrobe is, also already inanimate. the castle is quiet. they go to the gardens and find the beast presumably dead on the ground.

and ponine pulls off a cheesy love speech to save the day

so much to process. anyways flash of light yada yada yda

the beast is a guy now! whoa!

more specifically the only guy ever :)

🥺🥺🥺

theyre all good now!!!!!!!! whoooooooo

it is. very cheesy. r says sorry, they all eat food and are happy, and ferre (not a clock anymore) asks ponine out, and its very cute

and ponine finds herself back in the hall of paintings, identifying that the portraits are those of the now human friemds. and she finds the painting of the young man whom she had still not encountered.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

and grantaire and bossuet find her, and grantaire tells her that she and azelma can stay and work in the castle! whoaaa

and then. well.

marius is fucking dead /j

1 - bossuet magic mirror now magic human woooooooooooo

2 - MOTHRIUS PONTMOTHCY MY BEST FRIEND

3 - they have no idea how to change this bitch back, but they'll be together when they do it <3333333

end part 1. part 2 will be recounted soon. lmao.

do you want to learn about my beloved les mis beauty and the beast-turned-fantasy au from 2020

more than anything

[blackfire5561]

Tough match, Apollo?

A little snippet of a Boxing AU that’s part of a bigger piece for a fic I started writing! I had such an unexpected amount of kind words and encouragement to make more of this au, so it’s been fun to flesh it out even more.

You can read the fic what would make you get so battered here! Enjoy!

[vivalamusaine]

Ice Cream, Peaches, and Pie

Relationships: Joly/Bossuet Laigle/Musichetta

This is my fic for @thelawsofdaylight for her contribution to the @bishopmyrielfundraiser 

Summary: A peek into Joly, bossuet, and Musichetta’s kitchen, while they’re happy and in love.  People would always ask them, "how do you make it work?" But for Joly, Bossuet and Musichetta it never felt like work.

Read it here on ao3