#and the gillenormand-pontmercy family hours are delightful
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soooo curious potatosonnet my beloved, have you drawn marius' cousin Théodule yet?
now i have
#a sketch before bed#him stalking marius in a rooster manner is chef kiss comedy#bless you 72 les mis#ok also headcanon he shares eye color and hair color with cosette#and the gillenormand-pontmercy family hours are delightful#théodule#les mis
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A tiny, thematically appropriate Christmas AU involving Georges Pontmercy, Father Mabeuf, Fantine and Cosette for @midautumnnightdream.Â
Georges Pontmercy was settling in his regular pew in a church on the outskirts of Paris, with a young child of around six or seven years named Marius, who was gazing at the ceiling of the Church in delight and deep fascination. It had become a tradition for Georges to travel to Paris for Christmas to spend time with Father Mabeuf and Mother Plutarch, since he had no other friends. Besides, he felt it a duty for Marius to at least be acquainted with his aunt, when she visited Church for Mass. He vaguely knew of the existence of other relations- Marius had a cousin Theodule whose family was in Paris, and he felt that the children should grow up playing with each other and he intended to visit their family the next day so that the boys could spend time together. For all those reasons, Georges Pontmercy had undertaken a journey from Vernon by a stagecoach with a sleepy Marius.Â
Father Mabeuf entered the Saint Sulpice Church after a few minutes and took his seat beside him. He had arrived early for Mass on Christmas eve.
âWell?â he queried.
âIt is for Mariusâ sake.â Georges sighed even as he clutched the child to himself more, âHe will grow up in luxury. What more can a father want?â
âHe will grow up without a father.â Mabeuf paused, âI approve of all political opinions as you know, but not when they separate families.â
âMonsieur Gillenormand is Mariusâ grandfather. I canât disconnect him from that part of his family, for the sake of his dear mother.â There were tears in Georgesâ eyes as he thought of his dead wife.
âEven if?â Mabeufâs tone was gentle and he placed his hand on Georgesâ hand.
âEven if I never get to see him again,â a tear fell from Georgesâ eyes and travelled all the way down his cheek as he nodded, âI live on a paltry pension in Vernon, while Mariusâ grandfather lives in Paris in a great house. My sonâs life would be so much better there. He will grow up in all the comforts that I can never provide for him.â
Mabeufâs eyes glistened with tears, âI have known you, friend, for some years now through my brother. You know as well as I do, that the poor childâs life will be without love.â
Mabeuf smiled at the dark haired child, who wanted his kindly old uncle to follow him around the church. Georges scooped up Marius in his arms and kissed the dear childâs head as he laughed, âYou are growing too big for my arms.â
âDonât send him away,â Father Mabeuf said turning to Georges, âMoney is not everything. Your childâs happiness is more important. Perhaps, your father in law might not even disinherit the child. Even if he does, the child deserves to grow up with a father who loves him.â
âDo you want to live with your father, Marius?â
In reply, the solemn looking child who was lost in his own world, buried his head in his fatherâs shoulder. Mabeuf squeezed Georgesâ shoulder without saying anything. The two men had developed a close familiarity over the years they had known each other to the point where they did not need many words to communicate, they understood each otherâs thoughts well. They were friends and family to each other. Â
Georges spent several happy hours in his garden growing flowers and sending letters and saplings to Father Mabeuf, while Father Mabeuf himself, was occupied with his own experiments in gardening involving growing indigo. They exchanged several hours of pleasant conversation whenever Georges visited Paris or Father Mabeuf visited his brother in Vernon. They spent endless hours talking about books and gardening and finding pleasure in that. Â
Presently, their attention was caught by a young woman carrying a baby in her arms who had entered the Church just before the Mass began. The baby was asleep with the confidence that very young children possess when they feel safe in their motherâs arms.
The mother was beautiful and had Georges Pontmercy been less preoccupied, he would have noticed it all the more. Her hair fell in cascades all the way down to her waist and shimmered gold in the light, while her beautiful blue eyes were slightly dimmed with tears. Nevertheless, Georges felt a sympathy for the mother and her child, for the mother was not followed by a husband.Â
The reader will have guessed that the young mother was Fantine. She had determined to set out for Montreuil sur Mer in early spring as soon as winter had folded away its white wings. Â She had despaired of finding enough work in Paris to support them and was living on whatever she had left and could sell so that she would have money for her journey. She had already given up all finery, sold most of her trinkets and was dressed very simply, despite all this, there was a determined look about her. In the light, she still retained all her beauty, though some lines of sadness were also visible. Â
It was the children who found each other first. Children lead very naturally to conversation. Fantine felt there was some Providence in her footsteps being directed to this Church on Christmas eve. She had no relations, no family. The poor girl only had her child, the child only the mother. Fantine had explained in some words how she had determined to set out for her hometown in spring. Father Mabeuf in turn invited her for a supper on Christmas eve with Mother Plutarch and Father Mabeufâs brother, the cure.
The supper was a small and dignified affair. Â Father Mabeuf had brightened the house with flowers. Solomon the cat was curled up under the table but also liked curling up near everyoneâs feet and getting in the way. Mother Plutarch served a simple but delicious meal, helped by Fantine. In the garden, Cosette had been spending her time digging up earth and putting worms in her mouth which horrified the dignified and passionate Marius.
For a while, the people in the house forgot their troubles and the uncertain future and spent an evening in delightful conversation and the laughter of children and the clinking of the dishes as they were passed round.Â
#Christmas AU I guess#things what I wroted#I know nothing about how Christmas would have been celebrated in the early 19th Century in France so all this may or may not occur this way#but this is an AU#Georges Pontmercy#Marius Pontmercy#Father Mabeuf#Fantine#Cosette#canon era au#Fantine will probably go to Montreuil sur Mer because Valjean's arc needs the whole story#but she can be happy for one day with Cosette before leaving#Georges is for sure keeping Marius in this AU though if I ever write more of it#my fanfic
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omg omg so
this is an everybody-lives AU. post-barricade, Marius and Cosette are busy planning their wedding; Enjolras et al are busy getting Bahorel out of jail and planning some new revolution-y businessÂ
when his mother announces that surprise! sheâs coming to Paris and does so need to see her only son. Enjolras sighs deeply and goes to dinner with his mother, who brings along an old lover of hers that sheâs reunited with
who just so happens to be, surprise! Enjolrasâ biological father and prime-time asshole FĂ©lix TholomyĂšsÂ
Enjolras sighs deeply some more. Enjolrasâ mother is like ah, oh yes, FĂ©lix my darling, if only you hadnât left me for that grisette, I know I wasnât so pretty when I was pregnant, but did whatâs her name, Fantine, get you so many invitations to fine parties? and Enjolras is like Fantine, hmm, where have I heard that nameÂ
but mostly he just makes bitter one-liners about wealth redistribution and zones out thinking about how to get Bahorel out of jail
on his way back from awkward family dinner it hits him that Pontmercy has passed the bar, which might be helpful re: Bahorel, so he resolves to stop by the next day
when he gets to Gillenormandâs place, Marius is busy doing something but Enjolras is like âyeah Iâll wait donât worryâÂ
but while heâs hanging out he overhears Gillenormand and Cosette talking about Cosetteâs mother, who seems to be dead and maybe not the Most Reputable, and Gillenormand being sort of vaguely a dick about it like âhaha fallen women, how delightful, am I right my child!â and Cosette sounding upset
Enjolras is like âthis is way too many asshole bougie dudes within 24 hoursâ
so he steps in and introduces himself, Cosette seizes the opportunity to entertain him in the parlor until Marius comes down, he does the whole âI donât mean to pry but it seems that M. Gillenormand was not conducting himself with the greatest tactâ deal that he learned from Courfeyrac
and thatâs when he learns Cosetteâs mother was a grisette named Fantine
before he can decide how to react to this information, surprise! Marius shows up, and Cosette excuses herself while they go talk about Lawyering and Bahorel and Jail Escapades
and Enjolras walks home later like âpossibly I have... a sister? via that fucking asshole my mother insists on continuing to have dinner with? and sheâs marrying Pontmercy?â
âoh my godâ
The only AU in which Enjolras and Cosette are siblings that Iâll accept is a Parent Trap version
Except thereâs no romantic subplot between their parents
Instead it leads to FĂ©lix TholomyĂšs, the biological father of both of them, getting punched
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