#and that includes taking it out on jehan

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IN FAIR VERONA ━━ CL16.

things are hard when you're the only female in a male-dominated space, and the newest driver for the newest team knows this best.

( charles leclerc x driver!schumacher!reader )

━━ part one.

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user i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure right now 

user MOTHER IS MOTHERING SO HARD RN 😩

user y/n schumacher never misses

↳ user let’s be real here user the entire schumacher family never misses

↳ user y’all have seen mick’s most recent post too right??

user she is so gorgeous i am ILL

user god really does have his favorites huh 😭😭

↳ user this is undeniable proof

↳ user people this beautiful don’t actually exist i refuse to believe it

user every day i wake up and cry that i will never be as stunning and skilled as her

user formula 2 silly season has me losing my damn mind i swear 😫 i might as well be wearing a tin foil hat with the number of theories i’m following and the consistent blue themed posts y/n keeps dropping are NOT HELPING

↳ user not to add to your conspiracy madness, but it’s already confirmed that fred vesti is replacing jehan daruvala who’s moving to mp motorsport, and there are rumors that oliver bearman is also getting a prema seat which could mean that y/n schumacher is going to another team as well or leaving f2 entirely

↳ user a good chunk of the other teams have already revealed their driver lineup and none of them include schumacher, which doesn’t leave a lot of options IF the rumours are true

↳ user i can’t see her just leaving motorsports entirely considering she’s worked so hard to get where she is 🤔 which calls into question whether she’s moving to a different racing series

↳ user i really can’t see schumacher leaving tbh, especially since she’s been in f2 since 2017 and has established herself as a prema legend basically

↳ user the fact that she has been at prema for so long (and has gotten p2 in the f2 championship nearly every year since 2017) could also be proof that she’s moving on to bigger and better things

↳ user wait she’s been there HOW LONG??? since 2017??? as in she drove with charles leclerc, her brother mick, AND oscar piastri??? 🤯🤯🤯

↳ user she’s had a very long and successful career there, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she decided to retire from formula racing and move onto some other series that’s more woman-friendly, all things considered 🤷‍♀️. she has been runner-up every year that she’s competed, proven that she has what it takes to make it in a higher level of formula racing, and yet not a single f1 team has even offered her the opportunity to be even a test or reserve driver? 🤨 something isn’t adding up and i don’t want to say it’s because she’s a girl in motorsports but it’s kind of hard to ignore the proof when it’s put right in front of you.

↳ user guys the keyword is “if” here, of course, bc as fun as it is to speculate it is all still speculation and we won’t know for certain until it’s revealed by official sources. silly season is called that for a reason, and for all we known y/n is drawing out the announcement of her continued partnership with prema to stir up interest. she’s been in a very loyal and secure partnership with them for years now, a partnership that both she and prema seem very happy to keep considering just how long it’s lasted.

↳ user f2 is another series that once you win the championship you are no longer allowed to compete in, so prema may have kept her around to help carry her male teammates into first place until females are more accepted in formula racing so that she could eventually move up to f1

↳ user prema’s gonna announce her as their driver with vesti and you all are gonna look so fucking dumb for this 🙄🙄

user blue is HER color now 😍

maseratimsg 💙

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yourusername to the women of f1 that came before me, who paved the way, this is for you.

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maseratimsg When you race, they race with you 💙.

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user Y/N SCHUMACHER??? IN FORMULA ONE??? IN 2023???

user i’ve been following her career for years now and this makes me so excited omg

↳ user me too!! she’ll be the first female to drive in f1 in over 30 years 🤭

user HARD LAUNCH BUT FOR THE 2023 GRID I GUESS

user when maserati announced they’d be getting back into formula racing i had no idea that also meant formula one as well?? they’ve got drivers in the 22-23 formula e season right now but this is how i found out about y/n schumacher driving for the 23 formula 1 season? i think i am going into shock

user 2023 might actually be a good year if this is how we’re gonna be going into it

user WOMEN IN MOTORSPORTS

user milf = man i love females-in-fast-cars

user been watching f1 since i was a kid, always wondered why there were no girls out there driving. this year i’ll get to turn on that tv and finally see someone who looks like me

↳ user it’s so fitting that maserati’s original f1 team also had the first woman f1 driver, and now they’ll be breaking barriers again by having another woman f1 driver in their first season back

↳ user i’m hoping they’ve got a good car ready cuz i wanna see y/n schumacher up on that podium telling everyone who didn’t believe she could do it just cuz she was a girl to eat shit and die 😤😤😤

user there’s a reason there aren’t any female drivers in f1. she’s doomed to fail just like all the others smh 🙄

↳ user the biggest reason is sexism, and y/n has consistently proved throughout her career that she is just as skilled if not more than her male counterparts. she works harder to make up for the physical disadvantages she has as a woman, and she still wipes the floor with the other drivers. she’s not “doomed to fail” she’s practically destined to succeed.

↳ user y/n has trained her ass off to be the best, and she’ll prove it when she gets out on the tarmac in bahrain, just you wait 🥱

↳ user she’s literally a 6-time f2 runner up??? sure, she didn’t win, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still incredibly fucking impressive that she’s managed to get p2 against her male counterparts 6 YEARS IN A ROW 👀👀 her brother got p12 his first season and you know what she got? p2. she’s already raced with the likes of charles leclerc, zhou guanyu, yuki tsunoda, alex albon, george russell, lando norris, and a number of other very prominent formula racing names, and she held her own against them all incredibly well. she gave her own brother a real run for his money when they were teammates in 2019 and 2020, and in 2021 she was only a 9 point difference away from oscar piastri, whereas the p3 finalist was nearly a full 60 points below both of them. get out of here with that “there’s a reason there aren’t any female drivers in f1” bullshit, because the reason is misogyny 😒🙄

user not to be that person but like??? who else is lowkey excited for potential driver x driver romance?? 🫣

↳ user nah cuz i didn’t wanna make this about that but i’m actually totally ready to see who she has the best chemistry with on the grid 🫢 first hope is charles leclerc cuz they’d be a power couple hands down but also mayhaps max verstappen?? maybe??

↳ user totally agree babes a ferrari and maserati romeo and juliet love story would destroy me 😩

↳ user the parallels are already paralleling

↳ user to add to the parallels, her and charles were teammates at prema in 2017

↳ user OMG RIVALS TO STAR CROSSED LOVERS??? 😭😭

↳ user schumacher and leclerc are about to live out THE fanfic dream i can see it now

user can’t wait to see her mop the floor with these boys next year

user 2023 IS GONNA BE CRAZY 💙💙

user if i see any of those lads talk down about her or dismiss her just because she’s a woman, it’s on fucking sight 💀

↳ user they did that campaign in 2021 about equality in racing and i am BEGGING that it wasn’t just a media ploy and that they actually believe what they said about men AND women being able to drive

user this is about to be the best f1 season in history folks

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maseratimsg Prepare for trouble, and make it double ✌️💙.

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user SCHUMACHER TWINS TEAMMATES AGAIN???

user someone pinch me i think i’m in a dream 😳

↳ user i pinched myself and this is in fact very real

user we knew y/n would be driving for maserati but to also have MICK? maserati picked not one but TWO legacy drivers they have an agenda to push and they are certainly pushing it

↳ user yeah, an agenda to win 😌

↳ user genuinely just imagine how much natural talent and skill will be in that garage come the start of the season with michael schumacher’s twins…

↳ user back in 2020 when they raced together at prema, i saw someone joke that they were made into twins because no singular human being would be able to handle having that much racing prowess, so they were split up. but idk how much of it was actually a joke because they were scarily good as teammates? y/n has always finished no more than 10 points behind p1, and mick is a very powerful driver in his own right. putting them together and letting them drive as allies again instead of rivals will be a sight that’s for sure.

↳ user imagine being nerfed at birth cuz fate knew you’d be too powerful otherwise 😂😂😂

user blue is THEIR color apparently

user it’s the schumachers’ world and we’re just living in it

↳ user schumachers vs the entire f1 grid sounds like an insane clickbait article but the fact that it’ll be real in a few months is crazy

user everyone’s talking about y/n and mick but i’m stuck on the fact that there will finally be 11 teams driving for f1 again

↳ user maserati really said fuck the expectations

↳ user maserati’s gonna get a 1-2 with the schumachers in their first year back i’m calling it now 🤪🤪

↳ user first female driver in f1 in 30 years and first 11th team to drive in f1 since 2016, and i’m betting it’ll be first ever female driver to podium in f1 and first ever female driver to win in f1 too because i’ve seen y/n schumacher’s skill and i guarantee that if she’s actually given the ability to go all out then she’s gonna be a force to be reckoned with

user hope they’ve got a good car planned cuz i wanna see these two put up a good fight

user verstappen better watch his back 👀

user Y/N SCHUMACHER WDC 2023

user at least mick got to drive with seb still on the grid, but i’m actually heartbroken that y/n won’t be able to 😔

↳ user and kimi too

↳ user i think the only drivers left are hamilton and alonso no? from before their dad retired i mean

↳ user perez, hulkenberg, and ricciardo too, but they only drove on the same grid as michael schumacher for a couple years

↳ user i imagine it would suck to lose but i personally would be very proud to see my old friend’s kids standing on a podium above me or beside me ���

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mickschumacher from beating you into this world, to beating you in karting (both professionally and casually), i'm so proud to have the chance to beat you in formula 1 too

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yourusername those are fighting words micky 🤨

↳ mickschumacher not sure what you mean 😊

↳ yourusername it’s on sight 👊

user GUYSSS JUST THINK ABOUT THE PADDOCK INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THESE TWO

↳ user the media days boutta be crazyyyy

↳ user i’m imagining the chaos of not just having siblings on the grid together, but twins specifically, and i’m already getting a migraine on behalf of whoever their pr officers are 😅😭

↳ user 2023 is the year they make a geneva convention for the grid prank wars and it’s gonna be the because of the schumachers

user baby photos oh i am unwell 🙃

↳ user i’ve caught a nasty case of baby fever i fear

↳ user they’re both menaces as adults, i wonder how bad they were as little kids

↳ user baby fever cured methinks 😶

user 💙💙💙 MICK P1 2023 💙💙💙

user mick being proud to race with his sister but also making it well known that he isn’t gonna take it easy on her is the type of sibling rivalry content i’m looking forward to seeing this season

↳ user i need all the drivers to have this same mentality bc i know mick is gonna recognize her as the threat that she is, but if any of those lads underestimate her just bc she’s a girl, then their karma will come in the form of eating the dust of y/n schumacher’s car

↳ user PREACH 🙌🙏

charlesleclerc cannot wait to have you both on track this year

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━━ a/n: first and foremost, happy international women's day! i've had this sitting around for a little while now and decided that today would be the perfect day to finally share it, what with the themes of women empowerment and breaking the glass ceiling. my main priority will still be my lando series until i can get that finished, but updates for this might appear in between on occasion. i also wanna take a moment just to appreciate the sheer amount of research that went into this, finding a team that would reasonably work well as an 11th team for formula 1 was a bit difficult, but i'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth when maserati fits pretty perfectly. also, as a twin myself, i'm incapable of writing a sibling duo that aren't also twins, and i have zero shame about that. anyways, i'm very excited for this, and i hope everyone else is as well!

[clawbehavior]

Continue the story: The Devil Judge/Gahan edition

Fellow fandom folks,

We're doing a collaborative fic on A03 for The Devil Judge and Yohan/Gaon and we'd love for you to join. Here's how it works: each person writes one chapter of the story based on a topic we all voted on. You can write whatever you want in your chapter as long as it connects to chapters before it. This is a nice way to close out the third rewatch, get your creative writing juices flowing in a low-stress place, try your hand at writing if you're new, and importantly, celebrate jinyoung's impending return from the military on November 4th!! If 8 people or more join, we'll be writing until then!

How to join: Reblog or comment here if you want to write a chapter with us! Make sure to sign up by Thursday, September 5 if you want to write!!

Vote here: Answer this poll to vote on what our story will be about. Feel free to suggest other ideas. The topic with the most votes will get selected.

Writing logistics: After everyone signs up, I’ll put our names in a random generator to pick the order of writers.

How it works:

Publishing: You’ll have 1 week to read what’s been written so far and write your chapter. Chapters are due by Thursdays at 9 AM KST. I'll post a schedule.

Word count: Minimum of 2 sentences and not more than 500 words. This is a loose word count specifically to keep it chill. Don’t stress about making your chapter perfect. The idea is to have fun, go with the flow, and write whatever comes to you!

Posting on ao3: We’ll post the fic as one story with multiple authors. I’ll help you out when it’s your turn to add your chapter.

Keeping in touch: We can use a Tumblr post to brainstorm ideas and talk story stuff, or, if enough people are interested, I can set up a discord to chat

The goal is to have a good time and see where everyone’s creativity takes them.

Reblogging anyone I can think of to increase reach but obvs don't feel compelled to join if you're unable to. Please share so we can include everyone who's interested!!

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[euphraisette]

cosette does a lot to try and nurture her inner child by indulging in things that she wasn’t allowed to when she was really young like getting excited over dolls and stuffed animals and going to the zoo and building legos and crying when she wants to and sometimes she gets embarrassed by it because people think she’s immature but then one day enjolras comes over like “hey. wanna go to the science center and then go lay in the grass in the park and try and collect ladybugs. its what i do when im stressed.” so they go to the science center and watch a display on the james webb telescope and cosette buys freeze dried ice cream and a little star plush in the gift shop and by the time they get to the park courfeyrac and marius are blowing up their phones like “YOURE HANGING OUT WE WANNA COME” and so all of the amis gather at the park and take their shoes off and wiggle their toes in the grass and make up stories about clouds that look like turtles and jehan reads beatrix potter aloud for everyone and bahorel and feuilly brought snacks and they all lay around until the sun goes down and cosette finally can just be herself, even when that includes being emotional or “childish”, because she’s never going to be alone or unloved or shamed for being herself again and that feels like enough to heal her

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Les Amis as events that have occurred since I went to uni

I moved to a different town for studies 6 months ago and I recently relapsed on my deranged Les Mis obsession so here you go

Enjolras

The 2-3 month takeover of nearly all uni departments that aimed to prevent a new law from being voted (it failed)

Combeferre

Students protesting while blasting rap music right outside a theatre in which an examination was taking place

Courfeyrac

Me and my friends prank calling the student council's president while drunk and ending up going for drinks with him half an hour later.

Grantaire

Someone calling the cops on everyone's favourite shitty bar one night and some drunk bystanders hitting the police car that showed up, with empty glass bottles

Jehan

A friend telling me he found out that the university has, apparently, its own olive oil brand.

Bahorel

The uni offering free Capoeira classes.

Feuilly

The bus ticket prices going 0.10€ up, which had everyone outraged (me included)

Joly

Someone posting a thirst trap of the carnival parade's paramedics on tiktok.

Bossuet

A guy falling off of a chariot during the big carnival parade in front of everyone.

Marius

Many theatres in uni getting a termite infection and they had to shut everything down for a few days

Gavroche

The tiktok of a gypsy boy roasting our town for no reason going viral.

Eponine

The two students publicly arranging to meet for a blind date outside of a supermarket on the university's anonymous confessions Instagram account, only for everyone else who saw the post to show up to see how their private meeting will go down. Only one of the two students ended up coming.

Cosette

A beauty salon opening in the campus for no reason.

Musichetta

That one lecture during which a stray dog walked in the theater and began chewing on a girl's puffer jacket

Bonus Montparnasse

Some Engineering students creating an illegal makeshift cantine out of an unused room where you can get coffee of questionable quality for 0.70€, and they host barbeques every once in a while.

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Are you a Les Mis enthusiast with opinions to share? Do you enjoy discussing headcanons and character analysis, or would you like to share your expertise as a fan artist, writer, or cosplayer?

Barricades invites fans and scholars to submit proposals for the convention’s fan track, which will form the programming of the con. Submissions could address any aspect of Les Mis and its adaptations, and take variety of forms, including but not limited to presentations, workshops or games. All programming takes place online.

Deadline for submissions: 15 March 2024

Programming submission form available here.

Find out more from our website:

Fan Track Submissions

Fan Track or Academic Track?

Here are some examples of fan track programming from last con:

Characterizing the Amis: Considerations for Fan Creations Across Mediums by Barri Cade, Eli, Pieces of Cait

Researching and Writing Canon Era Fanfiction by Lyra, Siggi, Jehane

Canon Era Queerness by Siggi

Make Your Own Tricolor Cockade by Melannen

We welcome and encourage submissions that address topics beyond those listed here. If you have a panel that doesn't quite fit in either Fan or Academic Track, feel free to submit as a Crossover panel!

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before the storm, after the flood (epilogue)

Jean Kirschtein. Mikasa Ackerman. Musings of Failed Relationships. Telephone Calls. Midday Swims. 4139 words. (ao3.) || (act 1.) || (act 2.) || (act 3.)

Between Now And Then.

For The Best.

At this time in his life, Jean Kirschtein is many things. Once he was a soldier, then an ambassador, at one point a carpenter, and now currently a painter.

And for today, he supposes, a delivery man. 

He doesn't often bring commissions to his clients personally, but several issues at his usual post office have forced his hand. Said issues include renovations to the building, temporary short-staffing, and on top of it all, the regular amount of packages and letters coming in and out of the Island. 

The circumstances had led to Jean being unable to send his finished painting the usual way, which in turn also led to him getting up at the crack of dawn to catch an early morning train to Stohess. On one hand, the trip will take him most of the day — but on the other, at least his client is willing to pay extra for all the trouble. Frankly, Jean should consider himself lucky to be getting business from that kind of folk, the type of rich person who spends money like most people breathe air. The extra cash almost makes it all worth it — from waking up at such an ungodly hour to begging Seb the Barkeep to keep an eye on Hugo until he gets back.

It's in the midst of the day that Jean sits on his return train — an empty leather art tube by his side and his wallet several bills heavier. Normally, he would find a way to enjoy the journey. In one of his past lives, he survived any particularly gruelling travels by finding a beverage, sitting at the nearest window, and watching the horizon behind the glass. The heat of his teacup would warm his fingers as he stared at a moving mountain range or the line where the sky meets the sea.

But today differs, as during this particular afternoon Jean is still rubbing last night’s restless sleep from his eyes. He remains slumped and slouched in his seat, barely awake and struggling to remain so. The effects of the coffee he consumed on the incoming train to Mitras have already faded away. 

Sometimes Jean doesn't know what it is that keeps him up at night, what makes him toss and turn like the waves outside his window. But today he's reckoning that it's his most recent squabble with Loena — a spat that went from a lover’s quarrel to an argument just outside the tavern door. As of now, he can’t remember exactly how it started, though his instincts tell him it could be due to Loena’s whole “hiding the fact that she was married" thing. 

But Jean is one to admit his own faults — he didn’t exactly take the revelation well and it’s not like he’s been entirely honest with Loena either. They’ve been together for months, yet he’s still waiting for the stars to align to tell the truth of the quiet painter who lives up the coast, maybe add in that his name was never “Jehan” to begin with and go on from there. 

At the very least, he hopes that when he sees her again, he can tell her he’s sorry for raising his voice. And if he's lucky she'll do the same for what happened on her end. His cheek still stings from where she slapped it.

Jean drifts in and out of sleep during the journey back, lulled to slumber due to the hum of the train engine and pulled awake by the occasional beam of sunlight hitting his face. In his internal musings he comes to the conclusion that as much as he’s willing to apologize, he should break things off with Loena for good this time. For the deception mainly, but also for the fact that they had finally burnt out. 

In hindsight, it was probably inevitable. The spark that lit the fire between them was gone, something that ignited when a gorgeous redhead approached him in a tavern in a memory that’s still fuzzy at the edges. All he can really remember is the lingering chill on his third empty glass and Loena asking him if he was drinking to forget. They’d moved fast from there, immediately dancing amongst the flames with reckless abandon.

But now the memory of even their first meeting is tainted. The image of a sweet-looking Loena is replaced with a bored housewife looking to entertain herself while her husband was on some fishing boat in the west Paradisian sea.

As of now, the heat of the moment is stone cold, and all Jean has left is the pressing feeling that he’s suddenly more comfortable with being single. 

Jean is half-awake when the train stops at yet another station. He yawns as various passengers step on and off the platform outside the window. Around him, people are either standing from their seats or settling into them. The Conductor announces that they've stopped in Shiganshina — a city that would usually stir old memories inside of him, but as Jean rubs his face all he can think about is how much coffee he should order to keep himself conscious for the rest of the journey.

Jean takes a moment to regain himself, then by the time the train begins to move he begins fishing around his coat pockets. He scans the interior of the passenger car, looking in between the various patrons for the vendor pushing a trolley full of refreshments through the narrow aisle. 

As he counts his handful of coins, Jean glances out the window and sees something that makes his heart skip a beat. 

He catches a very brief glimpse of a woman on the platform and a familiar red scarf hanging from her neck, the ends of the garment dangling behind her as she goes on her way. The train is slow as it continues forward, causing Jean to crane his neck just enough to also see a head of long, silky black hair. 

And that in itself is enough to send him bolting from his seat. 

With his empty art tube awkwardly slung around his torso, Jean practically scrambles through the train, bumping and brushing against confused passengers in his haste.

To the surprise of no one, the steadfast Conductor notices the passenger in a frenzy clambering to the back of the car. She holds her hand up to halt him.

“Sir, can you—” 

“Stop the train!” Jean yells before she can even finish the sentence. 

The Conductor shakes her head. “Sir,” she repeats, unfazed. "Please return to your seat.” 

Frustration pumps through Jean’s every fiber. He grunts in exasperation as he balls his hand into a fist and strikes the nearest wall, an impact that’s brief but sends an ache throughout his wrist. The temptation to scream burns inside his veins. He glances through the glass window on one of the doors and sees the woman with the scarf still on the platform. She is partially hidden in a crowd of people, falling deeper and deeper with every step.

And the train below Jean’s feet continues to move.

With no hesitation, Jean reaches for the door handle and jerks it open. The Conductor’s face contorts into a look of shock as he leaps off the moving train, hurtling with a sense of speed he thought he left behind in his life as a soldier. 

“HEY, ARE YOU CRAZY?” the Conductor screams as Jean lands on the platform mere seconds before it would no longer be there. The noise of the train and the crowd of Shiganshina fills his ears as he begins to run. 

Jean dashes like the wind in a storm, the late winter air biting his face. He weaves through even more people as rushes from the platform and into the station. In the middle of everything he stops and looks around the building, desperately scanning the sea of civilians in search of her. When he doesn’t spot her anywhere, his heart begins to hammer in his chest as he starts towards the door. 

Jean bursts onto the streets of a city that's changed so much in the last few years that it's nearly unrecognizable to him now. On a cobblestone road are motor vehicles of every kind, the buildings both new and salvaged stand taller than he remembers, and surrounding Jean is a crowd of people so vast that he already feels lost. 

And in the waves of civilians, Jean still doesn't see her. 

His beating heart persists as he realizes that the woman with the red scarf is nowhere to be found. Inside him now is the kind of emptiness he can greet like an old friend — a harrowing sensation that makes his chest feel hollow and his head start to hurt. He catches his breath as he looks around the busy streets one last time, practically pleading for her to reappear in front of his eyes like life is ever that fair, praying for a familiar face to materialize in front of him, smile like nothing's wrong, and suddenly everything will be okay.

Yet as he waits and watches people around him go on their merry way, he realizes that it's all for naught. 

Jean feels uneasy as he remembers exactly what kind of world he lives in. He breathes in and out to calm himself. He feels dazed, sickly, and like his heart is being plagued by a disease. 

With a final sigh he gives up, rubbing his face and wishing for this nightmare to finally end. He doesn't even entertain the idea of searching for her further. Even if it was really her, she'd already be gone by now. Admitting and accepting defeat, Jean walks back to the train station and figures that this is for the best.  

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…

…

Now.

A Call to the Queen.

There are days in the life of the Queen where the load she must bear for the sake of Paradis becomes too much for her to carry, when the stress of being the first thing below god weighs her down like like a chain on her ankle.

And it's during these days where the only thing keeping Historia going is the few precious minutes she gets to spend being a mother. 

After a lunch in the palace's second-best dining hall, Historia is blessed with an hour alongside her little ones. As she relaxes on a chair near the window, sunlight streaming into the sitting room, she observes the way her troublemakers play on the carpet. 

As Historia watches the children, she wonders what the Paradisian public as a whole would think if they saw Prince Georg Friedrich Theodore Erwin getting rolled across the carpet by Princess Maria Valeria Constantina Frieda, if they witnessed the heir pushing the spare around like he’s nothing more than a sack of potatoes. The sight is rather delightful, Historia thinks, and almost makes her forget about the slew of meetings she has to attend once their time is up. 

Despite all the ruckus her children are causing, Historia can't wipe the grin from her face. She continues to relax in her chair and sip her tea as the sound of Freddie’s laughter graces her ears like fine music. 

As the children play, Klaus the Dog rests near his master's feet, opting to sleep instead of joining in on the fun. At his advancing age, he finds that nowadays he has a lot less energy to spend running around the gardens and more to spend napping. Not that Historia is complaining, however, as the minutes she has to shed her shoes and graze her bare feet against her dog's fur is just another thing that helps her through life. 

At one point in the afternoon, a servant knocks on the door and pops their head into the sitting room. They announce that Princess Val is needed down by the stables, as her afternoon riding lesson is about to begin. Now more excited, the eight-year-old practically leaps off the floor, kisses her mother and brother goodbye, and rushes out the door. 

The speed at which her daughter switches priorities makes the grin on Historia's face just a little bit wider. With the storm that had hung over the Island for the last few days, Val’s excitement to be out in the sun is quite understandable. The buckets of water that had fallen over the land made Historia fear that the rain would never end. 

Once mother and son are alone, Historia puts down her tea and pats her lap, signalling for Freddie to climb onto her lap, which he does. 

With Freddie now in her embrace, Historia takes a moment to brush his golden hair from his face and admire the way that the sunlight makes the blues in his eyes shimmer. It's moments like this where his resemblance to her is especially unmistakable. Looking at him now, Historia can't help but wonder if her little Freddie Bear is a glimpse into what she looked like when she was an infant, when she was fresh, new, and could exist without a care in the world. 

Before Historia can get even more comfortable and enjoy some quality time with her two-year-old, another servant pokes their head into the room.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but you have an incoming telephone call from Miss Ackerman.”

Like a good queen, Historia nods and stands, Freddie remaining in her arms as she leaves the room.

Like with all of Mikasa's calls, Historia takes it in her study. She doesn’t even bother dropping Freddie into his playpen, as the child has fallen asleep in her embrace, his cheek against her shoulder with his thumb halfway jammed into his mouth. By the grace of god, he doesn’t snore as Historia settles in her ornate leather desk chair and holds the receiver to her ear, the afternoon sun shining through the window behind her.

“Mikasa, hello!” Historia speaks into the device. “How's your trip?”

The voice she hears is muffled and fuzzy, yet the gentle tone on the other side is Mikasa Ackerman through and through. Noticing the lack of clarity in the sound, something that never happens when calling from the Orphanage, Historia wonders exactly where on the Island her old friend is calling from. 

“Hi…” Mikasa starts. In the background of the call is the telltale bustle of a busy village or town. “I'm uh… well… the trip is going… fine.”

There’s an unmistakable reticence in Mikasa's voice, a flavour of timidity that feels more potent in the little pauses and beats she puts between the words. In a way she sounds happy, but the kind of happiness that is tempered by a bashfulness stemmed from not knowing the right thing to say. 

Suddenly, Historia gets the feeling that Mikasa didn't just call to chat. 

“Mika, darling, you're acting like…” she starts, unable to hide the intrigue in her voice. “...like something's up. What happened?” 

“It's hard to explain,” Mikasa continues, a warmth imbued in every word she speaks. She even sounds like she’s smiling. “But I didn't exactly end up… going.” 

Historia raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you didn’t?”

“Well, actually... I did get on one train, the one that… uh… Anyways, I'm at a port, somewhere on the west coast and…” Mikasa rambles, then stops. Barely a beat passes before she sighs and lets out an awkward, sheepish chuckle. “...and it’s a very long story.”

Her words make Historia blink, then a wry smile slowly creeps onto her face. She glances at the clock in the corner of her study, sees that she has twenty minutes before her next bout of queenly duties, then adjusts the way her son rests his head on her shoulder so that she can get comfortable in her chair. 

“It's alright,” she assures. “I have time.”

…

…

…

Between Ocean and Sky.

It’s nearly noon when Jean wakes, bundled in blankets and curled up on an empty bed. He is greeted by the shining sun, the breeze blowing through a window left slightly open, and the familiar sound of the ocean waves just outside his cottage’s walls. 

As he yawns and rubs the sleep from his eyes, images of her getting dressed for the day and kissing his eyelashes before leaving dance in his head, but they’re faint enough that he’s not sure if they’re memories or dreams. With all his might he sits up and glances around the room, searching for any sign that she’s around.

When he realizes she's gone, he sighs as he shuffles to the edge of the bed, eyeing a window facing the sea. Usually, the sight of a blue sky after a storm would instill a sense of calm, something to assure him that no fall of rain — no matter how chaotic — could last forever. But today things are different, even as he gleans the sight of the beach at low tide on a partly cloudy day. A restless feeling begins nestling itself inside Jean’s heart, something that rapidly becomes harder and harder to ignore. 

The anxious knot in his stomach is somewhat quelled when he spots a note on his nightstand, which he promptly takes and reads. 

Good morning.

Didn’t want to wake you. Am going into town. Had to get some things. Be back soon. 

Love, Mikasa

The sight of her pretty penmanship makes him exhale in relief. Though the nervous jitters don’t completely disappear, Jean is able to get out of bed and go on with his day. 

He carries on like he usually does. He goes to his dresser and changes into his same battered trousers and navy blue sweater. Soon after, he heads downstairs and to the bathroom, where he washes his face with cold water and makes an honest attempt at brushing his newly trimmed hair. As coffee brews in the kitchen, Jean lets Hugo out into the yard to stretch his little canine legs. He assembles a breakfast of day-old bread and marmalade, then spots a bowl of even more diced fruit placed neatly on the counter. It gives him the idea that Mikasa found the time to cut up the rest of the mangoes for him, a fact that makes his heart beat just a little bit faster. 

He ends up eating his breakfast of fruit, bread, and coffee on the porch, sitting comfortably in his chair as he watches Hugo frolicking in the grass. Once Jean’s more alive and awake, he gets onto the first chore of the day and joins his dog in the yard. In the first break of sunlight after the storm, he hangs his once-soaked clothes on the line as Hugo continues to run amok. 

Suffice to say, his cottage survived the storm — the structure had always been sturdy and he had made sure of it from the start. However, his studio at the back was not entirely unscathed. A window near the door had a chronic habit of never closing right, causing a very small gap between the frame and pane to let a certain amount of rain into the space. Not enough to ruin any of his commissions or equipment, but just enough to place water stains onto his most-frequented workbench. As Jean wipes away the mess and picks up the few paintbrush-filled jars that had been knocked over, he’s already thinking of ways to fix the window and keep his sanity intact. 

And throughout it all, through every chore and task, the anxiety in Jean’s chest doesn’t disappear.

In his head has nothing to worry about. As per her note, she’s simply off to town and will be back soon.

Everything has been put out in the open. He told her he loved her, she heard his every word and made sure he knew it. He asked her to stay with him, she told him yes by pressing her lips to his. He held her in his arms in the time between night and day, she held him back while peppering his skin with sweet kisses until they both fell asleep.

Yet deep down, all Jean feels is fear. He tries to occupy his thoughts with anything else —yet musings of his work, his home, and his dog don’t do a thing. Even after all these years, he still can’t shake the memory of her running off in the garden late at night, leaving him with nothing but regrets and remorse for everything he did. His lingering guilt is compounded with his fears of being another pastime for a bored woman, panic that flares like an infection, even if he knows that Mikasa could never possibly toy with him like that. His fear of losing her again hurts even more.

Jean doesn’t know at what point in the day that the unease inside of him becomes particularly unbearable, just that at one point the sun is hanging high above his head as he starts towards the sea. With every step he strips off his clothes, boots and trousers and all, throwing them aside before he dives into the surf completely bare. Without hesitation, he swims up and down the coast, the ache accumulating in his limbs and the chill of the water against his skin providing a good distraction from everything inside. At one point, he even lets himself float — lying on his back and staring up at the cloudless sky like it's the answer to all his problems. While Jean works out his frustrations, Hugo remains on the sand and continues to run around the land without a care in the world. 

Once Jean has had his fill of the water, he emerges from the sea, gathers his clothes, and heads back to his cottage. Like always, he rinses off with the hand-pump and dries off with a towel from his own clothesline. He dusts the sand from his clothes before donning them once more. 

And through it all, the anxiety inside of him returns. 

Jean sighs, rubbing his eyes and wondering what the fuck is wrong with him. 

He tries to distract himself again, thinking long and hard about what other chores he has to do today. In his little life, there’s always paintings to be done, firewood to be chopped, and crabs to be caught.

But as Jean tries to think, he finds himself unable to move, unable to do anything else but focus on his breathing and try to find a way to ground himself. He tries to listen to the sound of the surf or feel the earth beneath his boots, but to no avail. He ends up outside his studio — sitting on the front stoop, slouched over, his head in his hands, fingers clutching at his damp hair, all while praying that the familiar noise from the ocean waves can do something to ease the fear within him. 

Then Jean hears Hugo barking over the wind and the sea. Looking up, he spots his dog in the grass with a wagging tale. With a heavy heart, he looks towards the horizon and sees her there. She starts as a dot in the distance, then with every step gets closer and closer until he sees her for real. 

Mikasa walks on the path leading to his home — suitcase in hand, the breeze blowing at her hair, scarf, and skirt, and a tranquil, contented look on her pretty face.

In moments she’s standing in his corner of the world again like it’s where she’s always belonged. She sees him slouched in front of his studio, and when their eyes meet across the distance he sees every bit of her beauty and grace. She’s smiling at him in a way that makes his heart feel light, conquering every unpleasant thought that had run rampant inside his head for god knows how long.

And when Jean stands, Mikasa drops her suitcase and runs to him. 

She falls into his embrace, practically crashing into him. Her face finds his chest as he kisses her forehead, her arms around his torso to grasp him tight and bask in his warmth. He moves his arms until they are around her shoulders, keeping her close like she could slip away in an instant. She’s here with him again — his sweetheart, his darling, the love of his life — standing with him between the ocean and sky. He nuzzles her hair, breathing in her scent and reminding himself that everything was real — every kiss, every touch, every word. 

Around them the wind continues to move the grass and trees. The waves continue to caress the sand and rocks. And deep down, Jean makes a promise to the heavens and the hells that he won’t let her go ever again. 

[kmclaude]

27, Tiefer Jehan and Annemarie

27. How long does sex last for them?

Like all together in hell? In that case hours (but I mean what else is there to do? Kills an hour or two. Or three.) But also that's assuming foreplay etc. included--more than just PIV/A/M wham bam thank you ma'am intercourse.

That said, if talking just the intercourse among them...

Jehan does not last long, particularly if he has to top (to Annemarie's chagrin, though by the power of edging and violence she's fixing that).

Annemarie gleefully takes advantage of the lack of major refractory period and while if it were up to her, she'd be getting slowly eaten out all 2 hours, coming vaginally multiple times before ending with a banger (lol) of a clitoral o...counting down from P inserted into V she can usually come in about 10 minutes. Oral, 15-20. Anal, never

Tiefer... bout 15-20 with his sister (she has to come first after all and she likes to be filled up while she does so. Also sometimes it's hard (lol) to stay hard with her.) He tends to come faster with men since, well, he would prefer to be doing men (assuming an edging thing isn't what's going on. Otherwise well...)

[justgayrevolutionnaries]

The sun, the stars and everything in between

My gift for @fructidors for the @drinkwithme-exchange ! I chose to write for Enjolras and Jehan, with maybe a bit of Triumvirate and Jehan/Grantaire friendship because I couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy !

Find it on ao3 or read below for those who prefer tumblr

1826

It was not that Enjolras distrusted rich people. He just couldn't stand them, and would rather forget that he was one himself.

So naturally when Combeferre pointed out to him a student he had met at la Sorbonne, who seemingly had no trouble with paying the monthly fee asked of him by the school, he couldn't help but at first consider him with the usual level of scorn he felt when looking at anyone coming from the higher classes.

He was soon to be proven wrong, however, for the young man turned out to be everything but what Enjolras expected.

His hair was longer than what was socially considered conventional, he spent hours looking at anything and everything with a thoughtful look on his face and seemed to be taking more interest in the sky than in the world of men. Enjolras immediately had him pinned down as a Romantic- which wasn't necessarily a good thing, since he couldn't help but feel irritated toward people who, in his eyes, spend their lives contemplating the world in melancholy but doing nothing to change it.

What really caught Enjolras's attention, however, was when he overheard the Romantic talk to a group of other students in a café often used as a gathering point by- well, young students. It sounded more like he was delivering a poem than properly talking, actually, seeing how smoothly the words were coming out of his mouth. And those words were explaining the misery of the world- and of orphans. From what Enjolras could hear, the young man was deeply affected by the fate of orphans in Paris, and seemed more than willing to act about it.

After that, Enjolras felt more than willing to talk to the redhead, even though Combeferre had been begging to introduce them for weeks. It actually seemed surprisingly easy to approach him- maybe it was the way he always looked at everything with a dreamy look on his face, or maybe it was the way Enjolras sometimes found his eyes fixed on him at gatherings, as if he was studying Enjolras or looking for something specific in him. The point was, he seemed nice. And maybe easy to talk to. Maybe that was why Enjolras found himself walking toward the young man's table at the café, forgetting he usually had no idea how to start conversations.

"I liked what you said earlier," he said bluntly. As the other looked up at him in surprise, he felt the need to elaborate : "your poem, about the night and, um, orphans. I really enjoyed listening to it."

"Well, thank you. If is not my best, but I was kind of proud of it, so I figured… why not share it with the class ?"

He had an awkward smile, much to Enjolras's surprise- for some reason he had expected him to be very laid back, like Courfeyrac, another one of his friends, but it turned out the redhead was about as talented as Enjolras to start a conversation in a decent way.

After a rather awkward moment Enjoras was wondering what he was supposed to say next and silently cursing himself for trying to start a conversation without Courfeyrac there, the poet held out his left hand for the blonde to shake, while his right one was busy trying to extract what looked like an old smoking-pipe from his pocket. He had to take out various items, including three rocks of various shapes and what seemed to be peacock feathers (Enjolras decided not to ask) before he found what he was looking for and could focus back on Enjolras.

"Jehan Prouvaire, at your service. Does it bother you if I smoke ?"

"Not at all" answered Enjolras, somewhat amused by the manners of the young man. "Jehan, huh ?"

The other waved aside with a nonchalant look. "Mere fantasy of a poet. You can call me Jean, or even Prouvaire if you like. Do you happen to have a name, or am I expected to find one for you ? Because I have multiple ideas that would quite suit you. Did you ever consider-"

Enjolras thought it wiser to interrupt him there. Not that he disliked listening to the other man, who actually had a very soft and pleasant voice, but he was afraid of the kind of nickname the eccentric redhead thought would fit him.

"That will be quite unnecessary. I am Enjolras." He said, finally reaching out for Prouvaire's hand. "I am glad to make your acquaintance… citizen."

The last word had escaped his mouth after a second of hesitation, carefully watching Prouvaire's face for his reaction. He was not, however, expecting the small laugh that came out of his lips.

"I am only amused by your carefulness. Do I look much like a royalist to you ?"

Enjolras felt the pressure on his stomach untighten. He had witnessed the unconventional behavior of the young man and heard the way he talked of the world around him, and he actually would have been very surprised if such a man turned out to be anything but a supporter of freedom- but again, one never knew. For the first time he found himself smiling genuinely at him.

"Not really. And I shall admit, I am rather happy you aren't. I would have been very disappointed to find out I was wrong about you."

"I shall be happy to have proven you right, then," the poet, who at this point was surrounded by a cloud of smoke, answered with a mocking reverence.

***

1828

He didn't know exactly what Prouvaire was doing here. Despite openly having political opinions that answered more or less those of Enjolras, the poet had never struck him as what he would call a fierce revolutionary. Not that Enjolras was unhappy to discover he had misjudged him, he was always more than content when a new friend joined their group. It was just that he suspected the poet of dropping by the café only to try and meet people who were as interested as him in studying in detail a play of Corneille, the appearance of a new constellation or the shape of the clouds.

While Enjolras was wrong in that the poet was indeed one of the most helpful members, and certainly the one that cared most about doing everything he could to help others, it was true that Jehan wasn't helping by always choosing to sit near one of the newest members of the group, whose only purpose in life seemed to be to empty as many bottles of wine as it was humanly possible.

As a matter of fact, when Enjolras happened to overhear one of the conversations taking place at the table in the corner, the two men always seemed to be talking of any imaginable subject except for the revolution.

"... must have been nice to be one of those gods living on Mount Olympus", Grantaire was currently saying. "To spend your days to eat, drink and contemplate the world- what more could one possibly ask of life ?"

Prouvaire reflected thoughtfully : "The greek gods, huh ? I have always found it quite nice that Apollo was for them not only the god of the sun, but also the god of music. After all, isn't music a way to bring light and warmth in our lives ?"

"What I like about those gods is that they seem to live on, even today, in some of us. For me, I guess I shall be Dionysus, for obvious reasons." Grantaire gestured vaguely at his body, as the poet threw him an amused look. "You can be Apollo if that pleases you- would it only be because you are such a strong defender of poetry in our world, and you can play the lyre."

"The harp, actually," Jehan interrupted him with an offended tone, "and I am surprised the comparison did not arise from my ability to brighten your life a considerable amount."

Grantaire made a disdainful gesture while rolling his eyes to the sky.

"The harp, the lyre… same difference to me. If I touched either one, all I would get out of them would be an atrocity that would so gravely offend one of your music gods that they would probably-"

He stopped abruptly when he noticed that Enjolras had left Combeferre and Courfeyrac to argue on their own on the other side of the room and was making his way toward them.

"I should probably leave now" Grantaire muttered, and before his friend could stop him he had grabbed his coat and made his way through the (extremely) crowded room to the door.

He had probably sensed that Enjolras was not in a mood to be nice with him- and he had been right, since as soon as the blonde reached the table where Jehan was left alone, seemingly wondering whether or not he should run after Grantaire, his first words were : "Do you ever wonder why the man even bothers coming here- does he at least have fun annoying all of us with his meaningless talk ?"

The words probably came out way more rude than he intended to and he immediately felt guilty of it- Jehan hadn't really done anything to deserve this.

"You should give him more credit, you know" Prouvaire said absently, his eyes still fixated on the bottle his friend had left on the table without even bothering to finish it.

Enjolras turned to him, not even trying to mask his irritation. "What should I give him credit for ? Being here ? Those meetings are for serious matters. Everyone here genuinely cares about our revolution, about helping people, fighting for them. Everyone here believes in something better that keeps them going. Grantaire doesn't believe in anything, save maybe wine."

"Doesn't he ?" There was a thoughtful look on his face, as if he hadn't been expecting Enjolras to say that. "You know… sometimes I wonder."

Prouvaire got up, most likely to try and catch up with Grantaire, leaving Enjolras to wonder what he had been trying to say.

***

1830

Prouvaire was vaguely aware that he and Enjolras were the only people left in the café, and that all the others had left when it had started to get dark. He was also vaguely aware that his friend had been talking for a while, most likely about what the better place to build a barricade would be or Courfeyrac's latest idea to find ammunition- sometimes a few words reached his ears, such as "strategic area" and "take back their freedom".

But he was only vaguely paying attention to all of this, because he had spent his afternoon in the café doing what he did best- living in his own world and writing endlessly. For some reasons the ideas were flowing to his mind today, and he had covered countless sheets in scribbled words, unfinished verses and distracted doodles. But now he had been stuck on this verse for a while and did not like it.

At this moment he heard Enjolras clap his fingers and ask, in a voice that seemed worlds away from him : "Prouvaire, do you really find me this boring ?"

The sarcasm passed unnoticed as the poet, not looking up from the sheet in front of him and seeming incredibly focused on the quill in his hand, managed to let out enough words to communicate like a normal human being. .

"I think I need your help, actually." Paying absolutely no attention to his friend's sigh, he added : "Can you find a good synonym for "loyalty" ?"

Surprised at first, Enjolras's look was quick to soften and since he knew that it would be useless to try and blame Jehan, and was not even willing to, as he felt a kind of tenderness where the soft nature of the poet was concerned, he chose to be helpful and answer the question.

"Faithfulness ?" He suggested. "Devotion ?" As if his own words had brought a new idea to his mind, he frowned and added "things I wish more men would have."

Jehan was about to answer that "faithfulness" had too many syllables for what he was trying to do, but surprised by the bitter tone, unusual in the usually passionate voice of his friend, he managed to get out of his bubble and looked up to find the blonde staring into space, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, that sounds like an optimistic thought coming from you. What do you mean by that, if I may ask ?"

His friend sighed and opened his arms. "I don't really know myself. I guess sometimes I feel like I have lost faith- we are doing something so important here, but we have no guarantee of anything. No guarantee that what we do will change something, no guarantee that the men will have the heart to come and help us in this fight. I know I shouldn't think that, because I believe in our fight, but I can't help it."

Prouvaire interrupted him with his soft voice, putting a hand on the other man's arm : "why shouldn't you ? It is normal to have doubts, you know. But as long as you remember what you are fighting for, those doubts can not stop you."

Enjolras let his head fall back with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I envy you, you know."

The poet glanced an intrigued look at him.

"Before I consider myself flattered, I am going to need you to elaborate. You are really looking quite weird today, Enjolras."

"You always seem to be so optimistic, you know. About pretty much everything- the flowers in your garden, the friends you meet, the fact that any of this-" he gestured with a bitter look at the empty tables surrounding them, "has a chance to ever succeed. This is why I admire you, and with you all the poets. You know how to find hope in the smallest things, be it a ladybug in a garden or a burnt-out candle."

"But you seem to be quite the poet yourself, my friend."

Enjolras merely shook his head, although his friend's suggestion had managed to bring a smile to his lips.

"I leave such activities to those worthy of them. I fear one couldn't call anything I do poetic- all I ever do is talk of revolution and mythic battles, and you can not call me a poet for merely writing speeches."

"You are wrong here. I have seen how you always have your way with words. It is why they admire you, you know. People such as our friends, Grantaire, myself… everyone. Unlike so many people, you know the power of words and how to use it. Maybe it seems to you there is no poetry in your thoughts, but I can assure you your speeches and your ideals inspire me as much as any poem of Dante or anyone else could. And this is a compliment, really."

Enjolras, whose only reaction to this had been to smirk at the mention of Grantaire, had to admit softly :

"If you say so my friend. I suppose I can trust your opinion on those matters. As long as you do not ask me to start smoking the pipe or write what you would consider a poetic verse, I am fine with being considered a poet in the way you mean it."

Jehan burst out laughing at this.

"Don't come and give me ideas. And I am sure you would love it, by the way."

***

1831

"I can not believe I got out of bed for this. Did we really have to be there this early ? The night hasn't even fallen yet" Courfeyrac complained.

"You didn't have to come, then" Combeferre replied mockingly, which earned him a scandalized look from the former.

It had been Prouvaire's idea, unsurprisingly- to spend the evening in the Luxembourg garden so they could look at the stars. There were only four of them, Prouvaire, Combeferre, Enjolras, who was there half willingly and half because the first two had threatened him or dragging him to a ball later if he did not come, and Courfeyrac who could not possibly imagine not being involved in an evening between friends. Grantaire had been invited as well, but for some reason he did not elaborate on, he had refused to come.

"You know," Courfeyrac reflected, pensively looking at a flower he had picked up a few minutes ago, "I have always wondered why you poets always enjoyed looking at the stars so much. I am not saying they are boring, but to look at them your entire lives… what do you find in them that we," he elbowed Enjolras in the ribs,"mere mortals, don't ?"

Jehan let out a small laugh at this. "There is not one answer to this, you know. This is why I like the stars, actually. They mean something different for everyone. I guess I like how they mostly remind me of how small we all are- or, if you want a more optimistic thought, they are at the same time a symbol of hope. Simply consider the way they are so far away from us, yet they are so big that their light still reaches us from over there. And they have been shining like this for longer than we could even imagine."

"Stars can die too, like everything." Enjolras couldn't help but point out, which caused Prouvaire to frown slightly.

"Who is talking about dying ? Dying can wait for now. I would much rather spend my time listening to the sound of a river, watching flowers grow or studying the stars, like now. And like you are doing right now for what I believe is the first time in your life. Enjoy life for a moment, my friend."

He put an arm around Enjolras's shoulders, smiling encouragingly at him, but the blonde shoved him back playfully.

"Contrary to popular belief, my friend, I actually do enjoy looking at the stars."

Combeferre looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly in a disbelieving manner. "Do you now ? Not so long ago I would have sworn you would rather take a bullet to the chest than even take a second to contemplate the world around you, let alone the world above you."

Enjolras purposely decided to ignore the mocking undertone in Combeferre's voice and answered with a simple shrug. "I don't know any more than you do. It simply happens that they have a calming effect on me, so I like to look at them every so often. And even objectively speaking, stars are beautiful. You shouldn't expect a man to just pass them by without ever looking at them once in his life."

"Actually, you can," Courfeyrac chimed in for some reason. "Look at Pontmercy. He is always so absorbed by his thoughts, I doubt he even noticed there is a sky above us."

As Combeferre rolled his eyes to the sky, as often when Pontmercy was mentioned, Jehan pointed out softly : "you can not blame him for that, Courfeyrac, if he is in love with one of them."

The three of them got into an argument to decide whether or not Pontmercy was actually in love, and Enjolras smiled softly at the stars, thinking that Prouvaire might actually be right about them- like he was about everything.

Life was good.

***

1832

Jehan had been blindfolded. That was the only thing clear to him right now. His memory felt foggy. All he could remember was looking at Bahorel in horror as he got stabbed in the chest. Then lots of noise, screams and shorts, and then a new voice (was it Pontmercy ? It sounded like Pontmercy) dominating all the others. After that he remembered being dragged away in an alley, and trying to scream for help- Enjolras's name, Grantaire's name, anyone that could come and help him.

And red. Lots of red. So much red… everywhere.

He felt someone seize him by the shoulder and push him forward- against a wall. He didn't even need to listen to the declaration of the captain -he guessed it was a captain, a general wouldn't bother with this- to know what was going to happen next.

"Any last words ?"

So many.

He wanted to see his friends one final time, tell them how much he loved them. He wanted to write so many poems, many small verses that would just make one long poem, and claim it to the world.

He wanted to look at everything around him- Paris, his friends, the sky- one final time. He wanted to tell Grantaire all about the sun rising. He wanted to promise them, all of them, that they needed to hope, that the future would surely be brighter, it was only a matter of time. He wanted to tell Enjolras that he needed to look at the stars again, because it might be his final chance to do so.

But he knew he couldn't do any of this- he was out of time.

So all he did was raise his chin proudly and smile. And now he could smile genuinely, because he knew what he believed in- because it was what Enjolras had taught him. Because he had hope for the future, if not for now.

"Vive la France ! Vive l'avenir !"

***

"Vive la France ! Vive l'avenir !"

Enjolras clenched his jaw. His hand was still on Combeferre's arm when the shot rang out, and he used it to steady himself as he realized -as they both realized- what the succession of noises meant.

"They killed him !" Combeferre gasped in horror.

Enjolras nodded slowly. He had expected it, they had talked about it- he just didn't expect for this to become real. He didn't imagine a poet could actually die like anyone else, let alone Jean Prouvaire.

But apparently it was real. Not that it could change much, at this point. He knew that he couldn't afford to lose hope- not right now, not until this was over.

But for now…

He turned to the spy attached to the pillar, who still hadn't moved. "Your friends have just shot you," he said.

[koheletgirl]

Do you have any les mis fic recs?

hello! first off im assuming you mean exr fic recs, since those are the only ones i have read (sorry i only care about the shippable twinks im problematic).

anyway that is a very good question that is harder for me to answer than it should be, because the thing is i am discovering that i am very particular when it comes to exr fic - both because im picky wrt characterizations, and bc im weak and i need happy endings (which obviously rules out almost all canon timeline fics). so what im going to do here is only give you fics i have no reservations about, and you can dm me if you want to hear about more.

im going to do this under the cut. please mind the ratings and the tags, r has issues <3

we'll start off with world ain't ready, because how can we not. it's a fake dating high school au that takes place in the mid 2000s (a fact that never fails to bring me joy), and it has to be one of my favorite fics i have ever read. it's well written, the characterizations are soso good and despite dealing with some heavy subjects it's such a feelgood read for me. in fact im the only one in our 3 person book club who hasn't started my war reread yet. i should do that

speaking of our book club. It's Not the Same Anymore is a bookshop au where grantaire is a father (!), and it's is the last thing i imagined myself getting into, but life is full of surprises i guess. it's just one of those fics that has A Feeling to it iykwim, it's a delight to read, and the way it handles the characters is simply beautiful. it also includes one of my favorite portrayals of jehan, and definitely my favorite description of their house.

another one i haven't been able to stop thinking about is how sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame. the thing is. 10k words of pwp have no business making me this emotional. i thought about rereading rn so i could explain to you why i love it so much but im at work and do in fact have some boundaries so. just trust me ig

and lastly. i don't usually break my habit of Not Engaging With Sad, but i had to make an exception for ta bouche de ciel by @jondrettegirls, and it absolutely destroyed me. it's definitely the most difficult fic on this list so mind the warnings, but god. i feel like it reached into my soul and rearranged my organs. thank you lucy <3

i'm also going to link lucy's and shosh's fic recs because i trust them (when they're not tormenting me for their entertainment). love and light

[television-bodies]

ten first lines game

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have.

thank you so much for the tag @pumpkinspice-prouvaire ! such a lovely notif to receive after The Longest Day of My Life, i nearly cried. in my defence i am both very touched and very sleep deprived

i only have five fics up on ao3 as of the current moment but i will be including my two main drafts in this because i want to!

1.

There’s a sharp knock on the table and Enjolras looks up from his paper.

(visiting hours — les mis, enjolras/grantaire)

2.

Grantaire boxes.

(suckerpunch — les mis, enjolras/grantaire)

3.

The tip of Montparnasse’s dagger is pressed to the underside of Alexandre Durant’s chin, tilting it upwards from where he’s been kicked into a low heap on the floor.

(the two sides of monsieur valentine — les mis, montparnasse/jehan)

4.

It’s 12:36am, and Enjolras is cursing himself.

(restoring the balance — les mis, enjolras/grantaire)

5.

Holding down the mic button on the comms pack clipped to the waistband of his jeans, Frank waits out the short, ever-present crackle as the audio sparks to life and whispers “Lights, standing by?”

(tech week — my chemical romance, frank/gerard, frank & gerard & mikey & ray) look. sometimes a little rpf is what it takes to get someone writing again

6:

“There.”

(draft: until the end of everything — les mis, enjolras/grantaire) you can tell absolutely nothing from this and i think that’s funny. get in the list

7:

The lines inked on Grantaire’s forearm are morphing the longer he looks at them, lines turning into wires turning into snakes.

(draft: broken record — les mis, enjolras/grantaire, grantaire & eponine)

i think most les mis writers i know have been tagged already so my no pressure tags go to @palmviolet @sereendy @beetlesandstarss and anybody else who wishes to do this <3 make your own destiny (i should go to sleep)

[tycoonworld]

Rising Stars in Indian Sports: Athletes to Watch Out in 2025

India has witnessed a surge in young talent across various sports in recent years, with athletes breaking barriers and making their mark on the international stage. These prodigies have redefined the country’s sports narrative by excelling in traditionally non-dominant fields. From motorsports to athletics, they represent the perfect blend of skill, perseverance, and determination, bringing laurels to the nation and inspiring the next generation to dream big. Here’s a look at five young Indian athletes who are creating ripples globally with their exceptional performances.

Yuven Sundaramoorthy ( Racer ):

Yuven Sundaramoorthy, born on February 22, 2003, is an American racing driver currently competing in Indy NXT with Abel Motorsports. A standout talent, Yuven has already made his mark with podium finishes and multiple wins in the Copper Tires USF 2000 Championship Series. He has also raced in the MRF Challenge Series and the Formula Race Promotions F1600 Championships, securing impressive results. His rising career is one to watch in the world of motorsport.

Jaspal Rana (Shooting) :

Jaspal Rana, born on June 28, 1976, is one of India’s most accomplished sport shooters. Specializing in the 25m Centre Fire Pistol event, he earned three gold medals at the 2006 Asian Games, setting a world record in the process. Rana’s success continued at the Commonwealth Games, where he secured multiple golds, including a standout six-medal haul in 2002. His career achievements have firmly placed him among India’s top shooters.

Mirabai Chanu (Weightlifting ) :

Mirabai Chanu, born on May 8, 1994, from Manipur, is a champion Indian weightlifter. She rose to fame with a silver medal at the 2014 Commonwealth Games, and in 2020, she clinched a historic gold medal in the women’s 48kg category at the Tokyo Olympics. Known for her remarkable clean and jerk lifts, Chanu has become an inspiring figure in Indian sport, and her achievements have set new benchmarks for weightlifting in the country.

Jehan Daruvala (Racer ) :

Jehan Daruvala, born on October 1, 1998, is an Indian racing driver who recently competed in Formula E for Maserati MSG Racing. A protégé of the Force India F1 team, Jehan won the ‘One in a Billion’ talent search in 2011, which launched his motorsport career. Having competed in Formula 3 and Formula 2, he has quickly become one of India’s brightest racing stars, with a promising future ahead in motorsport.

Pranavi Urs (Golf ):

Pranavi Urs, born on April 15, 2003, is a rising star in Indian golf. She made waves in 2020 with two victories in the Hero Women’s Pro Golf Tour. Her breakthrough moment came in 2023 when she became the youngest Indian to win a Ladies European Tour title. With her impressive skills and success at such a young age, Pranavi is a promising talent who is poised to take the global golf scene by storm.

[jehandivecha]

Jehan Divecha - 5 Tips to Stretch Your Money as Everyday Expenses Increase

Jehan Divecha - 5 Tips to Stretch Your Money as Everyday Expenses Increase

Jehan Divecha - As inflation continues to rise, it can be difficult to stretch your money to cover all your everyday expenses. Whether you're a student, a young professional, or a family, it can be challenging to make your money last until the end of the month. In this blog, Jehan Divecha will explain five tips that can help you stretch your money as everyday expenses increase:

Create a Budget and Stick to It

According to Jehan Divecha, The first step to stretching your money is to create a budget that accounts for all your expenses. Start by making a list of all your monthly bills, including rent, utilities, and any subscriptions or memberships you have. Next, track your spending for a few weeks to get a better idea of where your money is going. Use a budgeting app or spreadsheet to categorize your spending and identify any areas where you can cut back.

Once you have a clear understanding of your expenses and income, create a monthly budget that you can realistically stick to. Make sure you allocate enough money for essential expenses like rent, groceries, and utilities, but also set aside some money for discretionary spending like entertainment and dining out. It's important to be honest with yourself about your spending habits and to resist the urge to overspend.

Find Ways to Cut Back on Expenses

Once you have a budget in place, look for ways to cut back on your expenses. Start by reviewing your discretionary spending, such as entertainment and dining out. Consider cooking more meals at home, cutting back on takeout, and finding free or low-cost entertainment options, such as community events or outdoor activities. You can also look for ways to reduce your fixed expenses, such as negotiating lower rates for utilities or refinancing your loans to get a better interest rate.

Another way to save money is to shop smarter. Look for sales and discounts on groceries and household items, and consider buying generic or store-brand products instead of name-brand items. You can also take advantage of loyalty programs and coupons to save money on purchases.

Use Credit Cards Wisely

Jehan Divecha says, Credit cards can be a useful tool for managing your expenses and earning rewards, but they can also lead to debt if not used wisely. If you use credit cards, make sure you pay off your balance in full each month to avoid interest charges. Look for credit cards that offer rewards or cashback on purchases that you make regularly, such as groceries or gas. You can also use credit cards to build your credit score, which can help you qualify for lower interest rates on loans and credit cards in the future.

Plan for Emergencies

Unexpected expenses, such as car repairs or medical bills, can quickly derail your budget. To prepare for emergencies, set aside a portion of your income each month in a savings account or emergency fund. According to Jehan Divecha, Aim to save at least three to six months' worth of living expenses, so you have a cushion to fall back on if you experience a financial setback. If you don't have an emergency fund, start by setting aside a small amount each month and gradually increase your savings over time.

Invest in Yourself

Finally, investing in yourself can be a smart way to stretch your money in the long run. This can include investing in education or training that can help you advance in your career, or investing in your health and well-being. For example, getting regular exercise and eating a healthy diet can help you avoid expensive medical bills down the line. Investing in yourself can also help you build a strong financial foundation, so you're better equipped to handle any financial challenges that come your way. Jehan Divecha says, Stretching your money in the face of rising everyday expenses can be challenging, but it's not impossible. By creating a budget, cutting back on expenses, using credit cards wisely, planning for emergencies, and investing in yourself, you can make your money go further and build a more secure.

[clawbehavior]

We're having a Flash Multimedia Challenge for the TDJ fandom! 

Have you heard of the NYC Flash Fiction challenge? This is like that! We all work on a project with company for a weekend. This event is happening from Friday, Feb 14 - Sunday Feb 16 KST

Bring any of your creative works, including art, gifs, sims, videos, web weaving, fanfiction etc. It doesn't have to be a TDJ themed work, so feel free to bring your WIPs or commissions

How it works:

Fill out the poll below to sign up for a slot: times are in KST, so use this link to find your time. We're only going to run the video streams for slots that people register for

Join discord: If you're not already on discord, come join. We're hosting on discord so we can stream videos simultaneously with having chats, which Tumblr doesn't allow 

Bring your project: create alongside other fandom folks! Slots are 3 hours long but feel free to come and go. We will offer prompts and stream jisung's Kill Me Heal Me and jinyoung's GOT7 performances while we work

Consider giving us a teaser at the end of the weekend: no pressure to do this! Think of it like a next episode teaser where it's incomplete and creates interest in the final thing

The goal is to have fun, work on your WIPs, talk to people in the fandom and get advice on creating if you need or share your artistic process.

Sign up for a time slot by commenting or reblogging:

Fri Feb 14: 3pm - 6pm KST

Sat Feb 15: 3am - 6am KST

Sat Feb 15: 3pm - 6pm KST

Sun Feb 16: 3am - 6am KST

Sun Feb 16: 3pm - 6pm KST

Sun Feb 16: 7pm- 10pm KST

We are taking signups until Thursday, February 13 at 5 AM KST. Please let your friends know!

Let me know if you have any questions!! I'm so excited to create alongside you all!!

Tagging to increase reach and with no pressure to participate:

@blueatelier @gayautisticraccoon @mid-n0vember @batzmaru65 @bellarkeandclintashaandsuch @ladykyrin @godotismissingx @fr-wiwiw @posinpeach @mayykit @kingkangyohan @nevolos @itsza @kiyasaling @hemaris @itsza @wildelydawn @tenderlywicked @technitango @jehan-d-art @thedeviljudges @briwates @yohangaontdj @absolutesuffering @a-small-batch-of-dragons @obviouslystillfuschia @gaonsugardaddy @catcastielart @uhhhhmanda @chu-fei @neurotic-nereid @mangacat201 @kdramastrix @gosiksmallspace @knight-of-tuxedo

[idiopathicsmile]

Hello!

I know you probably get countless messages like this, so I know that it’s unlikely that I will ever know if you do read it.

I really despise not telling people the (positive) impacts they’ve had on me, though - probably something for me to look into, but that’s not the point.

The point is that when I was in 7th grade (~13 years old), I went through some really horrible shit at school. I got outed, as bi and then trans, and that escalated into threats of hate crimes. I went to a small private school, and the kids who were tormenting me had rich parents who donated inordinate amounts of money. So nothing happened.

I had never read fanfiction before. I don’t really know how I stumbled onto AO3, to be honest - my older sibling had read Les Misérables recently, and I wanted to be able to connect to them through it without reading the brick.

I did not know any of the characters from World Ain’t Ready when I read it, but they were familiar to me. I saw myself in Jehan, but I wanted to be as brave as Grantaire. My older sibling, who has protected me my whole life, and was the only one who made sure I was safe, was clearly mirrored in Enjolras.

I’m sure I’d seen queerness in some media before I read WAR, but I don’t remember it. It didn’t hit as hard as this did. I read the whole thing in one night and I’m pretty sure it fundamentally changed me. School still sucked, sure, and I still have issues from it. But one of the ways I survived was because every time I thought I couldn’t get through it, I found myself thinking about Grantaire and Jehan and how they might be if they were in my shoes. WAR isn’t dark in the way that I was experiencing, I don’t think, but I could still understand them, and I felt understood by them.

Maybe if I hadn’t found WAR, I would have found something else - after all, there are more that I’ve found now. But it was World Ain’t Ready that I found and that introduced me to fanfiction, which has helped me through so much past that year.

Now, World Ain’t Ready is the first bookmark on my account. I’ve finished my first semester of college. I am here, and I don’t know if I’m happy, but I’m so much better than I was when I first read WAR. I’m not saying that it made me better, or absolutely was the one thing that saved me, but it did change me, and it did help me.

I still haven’t read Les Misérables. I’ve read bits - mostly surrounding Grantaire, or Enjolras and Grantaire - but not the whole thing. I’m rather happy with my current understanding of the characters and general plot via fanfics, wiki pages, and friends, though.

So, if you ever do see this, and if you ever do feel like responding, let me know if I should read it.

Thank you for everything - and I can’t wait to read what you write next 🤍

hello!

thank you so much for reaching out. i definitely read every message and comment i get, but sometimes i get too overwhelmed to reply. that said, it felt important to reply to this one.

i am so sorry that people treated you so horribly, and that you were in that whole awful situation. not just the bullying, but knowing that the adults in charge of keeping you safe had bent to the pressure of money and the status quo must have been really hard to grapple with at that age.

i am so glad you had a sibling in your corner, and if my fic—and fic in general—was able to help you at all. as you may know, getting any message that says "hey, this had a positive impact on me" even if it's just "this helped me pass a few pleasant moments" is one of the main reasons a lot of us write to begin with. (including me.)

thank you for this message, and please take care. please be patient with yourself if it takes a long time to heal from your trauma. you have a lot to process.

as for whether or not you should read les mis, i should probably tell you that i have only read parts of it too, and mostly the parts about fantine. much like your own patchwork intake of the story, my characterization is a mishmash of the musical and reading meta that other people wrote back in the day. i feel like my advice here would maybe be to get it from your library—here is a guide to the various translations; my understanding is that the denny version is not very good—and try it out for yourself before committing to buying a book that big.

thank you again for this kind note and i wish you a lovely 2023!

-jess

[expired-applejuice]

Grantaire confessed his love in English, (or any language that Enjolras doesn't understand,) and then he walks away. He did it so he can move on, which it doesn't work.

Enjolras looses so much sleep because of it, so he finally purchased a translator. Once he figured out what was said he blushed before rushing to Jehan or someone's house. He asked them what did Grantaire say. They comfirm what he thought he had said.

The next meeting, Grantaire comes in without being noticed. He sits in his unassigned assigned spot. He already had his wine in hand and ready for another meeting lead by Enjolras. He told his feeling to Enjolras that way he can pretend Enjolras understood, and rejected him. It seemed to work at the moment, but he still longed to be the cause of his smile. He ignored it by drinking. Just like he did with other problems.

Enjolras finally spotted him and slammed down his hands on the table raise from his chair, "Grantaire!" He seemed to started quite a few people including Grantaire. He earned over to him and grabbed him by the collar, "You have some nerve telling me something in a language you know I don't understand!"

"Should we do something?" Asked Joly.

"No, this has been long coming," Jehan smirked.

It freaked Bossuet out a bit, "is jehan aloud to make an evil face?"

Grantaire struggled to breathe, he had choked on his drink from the suprise.

Enjolras still was fuming as he let him go, "I couldn't sleep."

"Want some?" Feuilly asked Bahorel, holding some table food out to him. Bahorel took some watching the scene infront of them play out.

Grantaire finally calm down, "Awe poor thing. Too bad. I ain't saying anything."

"You don't have too," Enjolras stated frowning at the drunk, "I got someone to translate it."

Combeferre pulled his chair closer to the two. If he would get any closer he'd be directly in between the two.

Grantaire swallowed, "You did?"

"Yes. And- and." Enjolras started to struggle. R was sure he was about to explode, so he tried to back up.

"I-i didn't mean it."

"Yes he did!" No one could really tell who said that, but jehan was hiding his face behind his journal and joly, Bossuet and Musichetta were pointing at him. So they could make a good guess on who it was.

"And I may have feeling for you too." Enjolras finally said, still angry.

"Yes!" Musichetta said loudly before slapping her mouth shout.

"Oh... well..." Grantaire was unaware of what to do.

"Pick me out at 8 o'clock tomorrow! You're taking me on a date! Got it?" Enjolras said poking his chest forcefully.

Grantaire nodded, "Alright Apollo. "

"Bring flowers, I like roses!"

"Of course Apollo. "

Grantaire sat there wide eyed, trying to figure out what had happen. Enjolras turned the rest, who all immediately turned their head and pretended they weren't invested in the show...

besides Courfeyrac, "Now that! That was better then an opera."

[midasinc]

stoner les amis

this is a continued thought from my post on the stoner triumvirate, so i wont have them on here but click the link to read those hcs if you want!

-i subsection the rest of les amis in three categorites: the casual stonies, the rare stonies, and the rat stonies

-casual stonies are feuilly, jehan, and bossuet. all three of them very casually (obviously) and quite frequently get high

-jehan's choice of weapon: pipe a/o bong. jehan owns like 4 different bongs and at least 8 different pipes. There's a drawer in his kitchen that normally would hold utensils but instead has pipes, lighters, grinders, and storage containers. there's also a cabinet with his bongs and such

-feuilly's choice of weapon: blunt. feuilly is a cig smoker as well and the tobacco flavouring of the paper is comforting to him. he and combeferre are the two that prefer blunts above any other rolled paper. similarly to combeferre, he rolls really well but feuilly packs his blunts and joints very full because that mf's intent is to get hella stoned and sit back in bed watching a history documentary

-bossuet's choice of weapon: a pen, similarly to enjolras. he loves to get high with chetta and whereas chetta likes to smoke with pipes like jehan, bossuet likes a good ol' dab because it doesn't leave that heavy smell and tbfh he feels cool as hell blowing rings up towards the ceiling

-the rare stonies are marius and joly. neither of them smoke often for their own reasons but on the occasion they will light up with their friends

-marius's choice of weapon: courfeyrac's bong when it's clean. rooming with courf has gotten him used to being around weed but he grew up thinking it was evil and unheard of to smoke weed. then comes along m. "Legalize Weed" de courfeyrac and he finds himself hesitantly trying it out with him before clubbing. it was actually... nice. marius isn't used to smoking but when courfeyrac asks if he wants a hit, depending on the mood he's in and if he's doing anything later, marius will say yes

-joly's choice of weapon: bossuet's pen. he doesn't like smoking because being high heightens his anxiety instead of relaxing it and his brain goes haywire. plus, smoking makes his throat hurt and he feels overly aware of his lungs struggling for like a week after. dabs make him feel less pained by it, though, and on new year's maybe, joly will try it out. other than that, smoking isnt his thing

-the rat stonies. grantaire and bahorel, my beloveds. if courfeyrac was on this page, he would be a rat stonie too. these are the guys that kind of pass out around eight takeout containers of doner and thai food on the floor they ordered at 2am and wonder why they have no money bc they forgot they spent two hundred euro on takeout the night prior

-grantaire's choice of weapon: the american flag bong someone bought for him as a joke that hasn't been cleaned in 6 months. the white stripes have yellowed, the glass is practically opaque, and taking a hit out of it could potentially gift someone a respiratory disease. grantaire is in a state of "perpetually stoned out of his mind" and always has a thing of eye drops on him bc this mf is BLASTED 24/7. it's an issue

-bahorel's choice of weapon: edibles. this dude fucks shit UP in the kitchen. he sells edibles to people who hear about how good his recipes are and this dude chows down on some eddies and absolutely gets faded as hell. his most impressive feat was inviting like 20 people over that he knew because he had made a thc-laced pasta bake. it was absolutely delicious and fucked a ton of people up (including poor marius) because the taste of weed was rlly faint and the bake was DELISH. more often than not, he's got some edibles on him and he fucks himself up with them, waking up a mess on his living room floor not remembering what all he did the night before

-most compatible stoners (in my opinion)?: -enjolras, bossuet, marius, feuilly

-bahorel, grantaire, and courfeyrac

-combeferre, jehan, joly