#ch: cosette

[notebookmusical]

↳ make me choose: jenna hunterson or cosette (asked by @katebeckets)

moreover, cosette was not very timid by nature. there flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. it will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. there was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her.

[bex-xa-2026]

ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS OH MY GOD!! I know you’re not supposed to like the villains, but Jesus Cosette. Let him suffer in his regret and having to deal with what he did to Kiera haunting him until he goes back.

Ohhhhh the realization that he killed the wrong one (at least that’s what I think it was). Deliciously painful and I love it sm. I hope he is in the most heart wrenching emotional anguish.

[ofginjxints]

a down bad starter @euphoriclusts

Vaughn let out a groan of frustration, his face in his hand as he paced back and forth. Finally settling he took a seat whilst she still stood, leg jiggling nervously.

"Look, this isn't fucking easy for me. You know I hate talking about anything serious. Because, I'm not serious - not at all, and I think that's why we get on - you and me." He bit down on the inside of his bottom lip so hard he could taste blood. "I've come to realise that I quite like the thought of you and me, together. Because we make sense, don't we? In bed, out of bed. You make me laugh so fucking hard I can't breathe sometimes, and you're genuinely the first person I ever want to talk to every day. I know I'm not Prince Charming, but I thought maybe we could give it a go, and I'd look after you, and we could try our best...if you'd like."

[whorejolras]

I did not get the first chapter of the obsessed au finished in time for eposette week like I’d hoped so here, have the obsessed au playlist I’ve been writing to (and pretend I posted this on time too ashsjd) and a lil preview of ch: 1

preview under the cut

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Cosette had never really been the jealous type. That changed when she met Marius.

Well.

It changed when she met Marius’ ex.

They were almost a month in and the honeymoon phase bubble around their new relationship was quietly bursting. Cosette was none the wiser. With her hand in Marius’, with him glowing with pride beside her, she couldn't have felt safer.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

Cosette leaned in and kissed his cheek. Took a moment of quiet together before he opened the door. “I am, are you?”

“I know they'll love you,” Marius said, the words rushing out. “I’m so excited for them all to meet you, because, well, look at you! You’re incredible. They won't believe you're my girlfriend!” He gushed, and then he stalled, face flickering from his bouncing pride to something quiet and unsure.

“I am a little nervous… nervous you won't like them,” he admitted. “I’m a little scared of you meeting-”

~

“Éponine,” Éponine introduced herself, waving slightly and then stepping forward to punch Marius lightly on the shoulder. Cosette stood to be on their level and felt a smile form at the easy camaraderie between them. Then Éponine said: “I’m this one's ex.”

Marius’ hand twitched in Cosette’s grasp.

The smile fell from Cosette’s face.

The bubble burst.

~

So started a new obsession, Cosette couldn't look at Marius without thinking about Éponine.

Marius kissed her in greeting and when she closed her eyes she saw Éponine’s lips forming a small “o” shape. Soft, plump, pink. She saw them on Marius’, she felt crazy.

His hands found her hips, and slid up to her waist when he stole another kiss, and Cosette saw them sliding across Éponine’s skin instead. He pulled back with a small sigh and she wondered if that sound was just for her, or if Éponine heard it too.

~

When Marius woke up next to her and smiled like she had brought him the world, was it real? Was he for a second disappointed that he hadn't woken up next to Éponine?

It was too easy to conjure the image in her mind of Éponine waking up in Marius’ bed. She saw her with messy dark blonde hair, lit up in the morning sun in Marius’ bedroom, saw her blinking sleepy sea green eyes against the light, saw her yawning with soft pink lips, and thought why would he want me when he had her?

Who wouldn't want her?

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I PROMISE IT WILL BE EPOSETTE Marius is more or less a plot device…. also I’m sorry to my boy Marius for everything I’m about to put him through.

[aaronstveit]

i would loooove to hear more of your director's commentary about deep end! <3 not sure how much you can say without spoiling but did you make a lot of changes from the original draft? and are there any scene that didn't make it into the final fic? thank youuu <3

omg hi anon this question made my entire day <3333 gonna answer beneath a read more as always because when talking about deep end i am this trc meme

okay so firstly! i wrote deep end 3 times. the original draft had a final wordcount of 126,978 words. the middle draft had a final wordcount of 175,065 words. the final draft's wordcount is not finalized yet because i am still editing & still adding one scene to the epilogue, but obviously we've already surpassed the first draft's wordcount, so that's fun.

as you can see, about 50k words were added in the middle draft! there are a lot of reasons for this. chapters 8 & 9, as well as about half of chapter 10, did not exist in the original draft. i added them during rewriting because i felt we hadn't spent enough time with enjolras & cosette.

combeferre and éponine were almost nonexistent in the original draft. not just as a couple, but individually as well. every single grantaire & éponine scene was added in the middle draft, and most of enjolras & combeferre's scenes as well.

i actually didn't cut any full scenes out! there were quite a few though where i started writing a scene, realized it was wrong, and erased what i had written and started over. for instance, this bit in chapter 18:

in the original draft, i tried writing enjolras turning to grantaire at this point and saying, "I think I'm in love with you," before cosette answered the door. obviously, i ended up deciding against this, mostly because i decided the kiss scene would pack more of a punch if enjolras realizes he's in love with grantaire right when he's in the middle of their argument.

i also deleted soooooooooo many arguments. this is probably surprising considering how often they argue in this fic, but at least once a chapter i really had to stop myself and say, okay no this is getting unhealthy. i enjoy writing arguments too much apparently - which is good for writing exr, but only to a certain extent.

originally, grantaire was not going to have a sister. it genuinely did not even occur to me until chapter 11 (which was chapter 8 at the time), but once it did occur to me, i couldn't not do it. his grief plotline became way too dear to me way too quickly.

the biggest changes i made during writing all had to do with reordering events!! originally, karaoke happened somewhere around chapter 8. i ended up moving it wayyyyyyyyy back because i felt like their flirting was out of place so early in the story.

i also moved enjolras' arguments with cosette and grantaire to an earlier point than i originally intended. at first, i thought they were going to happen around the second-to-last chapter, but i moved them forward a lot earlier because i thought more work needed to be done with enjolras.

the chapter that underwent the most changes from the middle draft to the finished draft is chapter 24. obviously i can't say just yet what those changes are, but i'm really really happy with how that chapter turned out and i hope you all will be as well <3

several of my personal favorite scenes in this fic are actually cannibalized from something i tried writing and gave up on a few months ago. marius getting mugged in chapter 4, the hamlet conversation in chapter 7, and enjolras tending to grantaire's broken nose in chapter 14 were all taken from the same abandoned wip.

as for some more random tidbits that i find fun:

a fun fact for everyone is that cosette did not pull the phrase "who has a flag where he should have a heart" out of thin air! she takes this from courfeyrac in chapter 13:

which is why courfeyrac winces when enjolras says it in chapter 19:

also in chapter 19, enjolras means to say that Train to Busan is his favorite horror movie ending. i didn't just choose that because i love that movie (although i really really do) but because. well. i'm not going to spoil the ending for you if you haven't seen it, but... it was very deliberate is all i'm saying.

i really cannot overstate how much of this fic only exists because of cossette notebookmusical. for starters, i only even attempted writing it because she said "jamie if you don't write this." she also got to spend months listening to me bitch about it and receiving so many horrible snippets from the original draft so coco, if you're reading this, thank you from the very bottom of my heart 🫶🏻

more specifically, the entire beginning sequence of chapter 17 with grantaire staying the night at enjolras' apartment was inspired by cossette! i was asking her for situations to put the blond man in and one of her ideas was that he loses his keys. so everyone say thank you cossette!

also the bit in chapter 19 where enjolras thinks about combeferre a psychology minor is the worst thing to ever happen to you was added after i said something to cossette and she said something along the lines of, "would you like to elaborate on that?"

the ending bit of chapter 23 is also inspired by and written for cossette. you'll see what i mean in a few weeks.

there are a lot more bits and pieces inspired by things that cossette has said and done, or added just to make her laugh, but if i listed all of them i would be here forever. just know that this entire fic is cocoservice and it is only because of cossette that it exists at all <333333

there is also a collection of scenes i'm considering writing as "bonus content" for when the fic is fully posted - mostly scenes that already exist, but from another point of view, and a few that are only mentioned in passing.

okay i'm cutting myself off now because this is a lot of yapping even for me but you may always ask more if you're so inclined <3333 thank you sm for asking i had so much fun answering this! i really can't tell you how much it means to me not only that you're not only reading but also enjoying it so much that you're asking about it like... this is literally a fic writer's DREAM. thank you so so so much <3333

[twinkletoeskc]

Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch.4

Link to Ch. 3

Summary: Arden, Cosette, and Kalliope turn up to their Saturday morning detentions joined by the marauders. Surely no mischief will come about with this group of students.

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, multiple relationships, multiple POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin x O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone, thank you for the continuous support on this story it is greatly appreciated. Though some not exciting news is that after this chapter the updates will be less frequent as the first four chapters were pre-written. so please be patient in between chapters, and i will continue to post other media about the story in the meantime.

O/C Character Moodboard:

Untitled Fanfic Ch. 4

Kal’s eyes are blurry with residual sleep as she sits waiting on the floor beside the door to the Potions classroom. She leans her head against the wall, letting her eyes close. She didn’t mean to arrive fifteen minutes early, but one of the girls in her dorm sleep talks and often wakes her up far earlier than she ever wants to. 

Such was the case this morning when she awoke to the girl screaming in her sleep. Kal jerked awake, recoiled right off the bed, and entangled herself into the crimson canopy. Frightened, disgruntled, and fully awake, Kal decided that the practical course of action would be to start her day a little early, 

“What are you doing here so early?”

She opens her eyes to see James Potter standing above her, his hair matted to his head with sweat and his face and robes filthy with mud and dirt. Her face twists with disgust, and she pulls her legs into herself so he won’t dirty her pants. “Because I like being punctual. Why are you disgusting?” 

He huffs out a little laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. “Quidditch practice.” 

She looks at him unimpressed, “And you couldn’t have showered before?” 

He shrugs, “I mean, I could have, but it was either that or fit in a little extra practice time before detention.” 

“God Prongs, you’re filthy,” comes a voice from the hallway, and Remus Lupin makes his appearance. He looks slightly better than he did the previous day. The bruises under his eyes are more of a lilac than a deep plum, and he looks respectable in his corduroys and cable knit sweater despite it being so early into the weekend. He comes to stand by James and discovers Kal on the ground. His face instantly flushes with embarrassment, and his eyes shift away. 

“’Lo, Kalliope…” he mumbles. 

She frowns at her full name, grunting in lieu of a response, her eyes returning to James. “Prongs?”

He looks at her, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Yeah?” 

“Why did he call you that?” 

A coy half smile toys on his lips, “Want to take a guess?” 

She falters, and Remus rolls his eyes, “It’s because his Patronus is a stag.” James clicks his teeth, mumbling something under his breath that sounded vaguely like “Ruined it…” 

Remus sighs; pulling his wand out of his pocket, he points it at James and mumbles “Scourgify.” The muck covering James’s body is suddenly repelled, flinging itself instead onto the walls and the floor. Kal has to duck to avoid a splash of mud from slapping her in the face. “Hey!” James gags, spitting frothy pink soap onto the ground and glaring at Remus. The boy shrugs, “You look like a prat when you come in from Quidditch looking like that. Everyone knows you’re doing it for attention.” 

“Am not.” James grumbles, sliding a hand through his hair to ruffle his flattening trusses. Kal watches the interaction with satisfaction as James continues to complain, his lips producing pink soapy bubbles. 

She can hear footsteps to her right, and as she looks that way, she can see the Hufflepuff girl from the other night in the woods walking towards them. She has a messenger bag slung over a shoulder and her wand perched lazily in her hand. A scroll of parchment suspends itself in the air before her. It appears that she is talking to herself, but upon closer inspection Kal can see that as she speaks, a quill scratches across the parchment in time with her words.

“…and as excitement for the first house match gathers, many fans are expecting James Potter to lead Gryffindor into yet another House Cup victory.” The girl finishes before flicking her wand and sending her supplies flying into her bag.

Kal’s mood sours slightly at James’s self-righteous expression. “Hello, all.” The girl says as she joins the group, and James’s eyes glimmer with interest, “Was that me you were talking about?” The girl’s head quirks as she sizes him up, “Is your name James Potter?” She asks, and James pauses, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Then obviously it was you I was talking about; well, writing about, more like. I’m doing a story on you for the Hogwarts Herald,” she sniffs, “God, you smell ghastly, do you know that?” He frowns at her, ignoring her observation “What is that?” The girl becomes distracted with rifling through her messenger bag, and it takes her a beat too long before she realizes that he is waiting for an answer. “Hmm? Oh, it’s the school newspaper. Do you mind if I get a quick interview from you, since we’re going to be in detention together and all?” Kal eyes the Hufflepuff curiously, “We don’t have a school newspaper.” 

The Hufflepuff dismisses her, “Well, yes, of course we don’t yet, but I’m working on that. So, about that interview…”  

“Hello boys,” Sirius materializes between the two boys, looping his long arms around their necks with an indolent grin. He notices Kal and his eyebrows jump with amusement, “And hello to you too cousin.” She smiles sardonically, “A pleasure.” He nods, “Naturally.” His eyes roam over the group and eventually find the Hufflepuff, “Oh, and you’re here too, uh…” 

“Cosette,” she supplies. 

“Cosette. Of course. I knew that.”

“Sirius, I told you to wait for me; I always get lost on the stairs to the dungeons,” comes a whiney voice from the dark corridor. Sirius regards the boy lightly, an eye roll present in his voice if not in his expression, “Sorry, Wormy. Got bored.” Peter Pettigrew stands on the other side of James Potter, a couple inches shorter and his insecure visage in stark contrast to James’s cocky demeanor, Sirius’s cool confidence, and Remus’s self-assuredness. 

Unsure footsteps echo their way to the group, and Arden appears from the shadows looking hesitant. 

“There you are! Just in time for the fun!” Sirius says, reclined against the stone wall with a lazy grin on his face. Arden’s eyes flit slowly across the group, and Lupin slyly ducks behind James. “You are all here for detention with Slughorn?” She asks. She’s met with a haphazard chorus of yesses, and she snorts. “What a treat,” she mumbles sarcastically. 

“What landed you three in jolly ol’ detention, hmm?” Sirius asks. “Same as you three, I suspect,” Cosette says, still digging through her messenger bag for something. She must have cast some enlargement spell to the interior because she’s elbow deep now. “Caught romping through the forbidden forest.” 

“Ah,” James chuffs, “Amateurs.” 

Arden’s head tilts, “So, you’re not in detention for the forbidden forest, then?” 

“Merlin, no. We’re in the forest all the time.” James grins, “Sirius and I got three weeks detention for putting a “hide and seek” charm on all of Slytherin’s brooms before their first practice.”

“Me too!” Peter squeaks. 

“Ah, yes how could I forget. You did a piss poor job of keeping watch.” James rolls his eyes. 

Arden’s frowns, “Their first practice was today…” 

“Well, it was supposed to be,” Sirius says, “Last I heard they still haven’t found their brooms.” 

“Blimey, three weeks detention, already? The first week of term?” Cossette remarks. 

“You landed detention the first night,” James says blankly. Cossette blinks, “Yes, well…” 

“What are you in for Loony—uh, Remus?” Kal asks, craning her neck to peek at him from behind James. Lupin startles briefly and clears his throat, stepping just so out of James’s shadow. “Well, I skipped my first class of term… and got caught faking a note from Dumbledore.” His eyes flicker ever so slightly to Arden, and her face heats up with understanding. 

Kal frowns suspiciously, “What would you need a fake note from Dumbledore for?” Lupin drops his gaze to his worn loafers, “Ah, well—” 

“There you all are! And with a minute to spare! Well done.” A jovial greeting echoes from the hallway, and Horace Slughorn appears, the colors of his fine robes dulled by the dingey dungeon light. He shuffles his way between them, unlocking the door with a quick flick of his wand. They file in behind him into the empty potions classroom, their eyes straining against the darkness. 

“I will say, I did not expect to have so many students in need of detention this early in the term.” Professor Slughorn comments, setting the wicks on a dozen candles ablaze with another motion of his wand. He settles behind his desk with a pleasant expression, the chair groaning beneath him. “And I was especially surprised to see one of my prefects on the list…” 

Arden’s face alights as his twinkling gaze finds her, “Professor I—” 

He raises a hand, a laugh bubbling up from him. “No need, Miss Wilkes.” He chuckles, “I quite fancy seeing a rebellious streak in my best students. Builds character.” He winks, and she smiles meekly. His gaze turns to find the four boys, “You lot I am less surprised to see.” 

Sirius nods in greeting, smirking, “’Lo professor.” 

Slughorn sighs, “Right! Well, thankfully I do have something in need of doing, so your time will not be wasted. I have several out-of-commission cauldrons taking up space in my classroom. I would like for you to sort these cauldrons into what can be cleaned and repaired or what must be disposed of, and I will ask you to clean and repair the cauldrons you can within your ability to do so, yes?” 

There’s a general mumbling amongst the group and Slughorn smiles, clapping his hand together, “Lovely, well, as you can see, I have already gathered the cauldrons and…” 

He trails off as a small owl flitters into the classroom, a note tied to its ankle. The owl lands on Slughorn’s desk, and the man unties the note, fumbling with the spectacles in his breast pocket before reading it. He stands quickly, buzzing with a different excitement as he crumples the note in his thick fist. “I am dreadfully sorry students, my presence is eagerly demanded at the Three Broomsticks'' His rosy cheeks glow as he adds in a conspiratorial mumble,” By Madam Rosmerta herself, no less.”  The students share an uncertain look as he titters to himself.

“So, we’re free to go, then?” Remus asks. Slughorn looks at him startled, “Oh, certainly not. I would be severely reprimanded if I let you lot loose with no work to show for it.” He slowly makes his way to the door, walking backward to keep his eyes on the students. “I will simply lock you in here until noon, trusting that you will take care of my cauldrons.” 

Arden raises a hand vaguely, “Um, Professor? Are you sure that is safe—” 

“Miss Wilkes, you wound me! I would never leave you in a situation I thought at all unsavory. Besides, I have faith in you to shape this group into some real fine cauldron repairers. By the end of your detention, you might even begin to compete with the house elves!” He makes it to the other side of the door, a cheerful smile disrupting his mustache. With a raise of his wand hand, he declares “Cheers!” and the door folds closed. 

And, with a dull thud, they are locked in.

[syrupsyche]

⭐ i'd love to hear your director's commentary on how marius won the hand :D

THANK U for the ask!! You probably already read my dir. commentary on Ch. 5 and Ch. 6 of How Marius Won the Hand [...], so I'll jump back and do a commentary on Ch. 4 of the fic!

I confess: I had no idea what to name Courferre so I picked the two names I feel I've heard the most often when it came to fan-assigned names. And not to give any spoilers, but Courfeyrac's name will come into play again in the future!

Also not to pull a Hugo but I wanted to emphasize how pretty Cosette was lol. Needed to give her and Enjolras some physical similarities first (beauty, etc.) before some spiritual similarities later on in the story!

Cosette canonically loves to tease Marius! See:

Ten years later, with the love of Marius in her heart, she would have answered: “A pedant, and insufferable to the sight! You are right!” (4.3.7)

“Monsieur, you are handsome, you are good-looking, you are witty, you are not at all stupid, you are much more learned than I am, but I bid you defiance with this word: I love you!” (4.8.1)

“Don’t cough, sir; I will not have people cough on my domain without my permission. It’s very naughty to cough and to disturb me.” (4.8.1)

And so I needed Cosette to have her spunk here as well!

Ninny mention!! *cue cheers and applause* Wanted the Valjean reveal to be Hugo-esque ("omg who could this mysterious old man be 🤭") and I'm glad ppl noticed it! Also, Valjean hates Marius so much that I NEEDED to include it, though I suppose Ch. 6 is a lot more obvious with it.

Pilf wrote an excellent post about what Valjean's dynamics with the Amis would be like. Though the context in this fic is quite different (Courferre + Marius having to gain Valjean's favour) but I still think it fits! Courfeyrac would be far too Courfeyrac-ish to gain Valjean's immediate liking, in contrast to Cosette who would love Courf immediately (which only just worsens Courfeyrac's standing). Combeferre, however, is able to stick to safer topics! They're just Two Polite Men. This fic has also only just hinted at Enjolras' and Valjean's father/son dynamic so far but it's very close to Pilf's post on it too. They do not talk to each other at ALL; they will sit in silence together for hours and enjoy it. That's their father/son bonding time babey!

A call back to an earlier part of the chapter when Marius tried to make sure that "his palms were not slick with sweat". Mission failed!

I like to write Courferre stumbling over each other trying to impress Cosette. Idk I just feel like they have that sort of energy à la Tulio and Miguel from The Road to El Dorado.

I'm really glad ppl liked this scene ehe. How did Marius drink soup with a fork? Just part of his Pontmercying shenanigans I suppose.

Cosette being shocked at Enjolras taking her hand is the same energy as someone getting shocked when a particularly introverted cat suddenly comes up and sits on their lap. I hc that Enjolras isn't a very tactile person (which could be canonically derived from his only-two-kisses moment), so Cosette appreciates any physical displays of affection she can get!

I argue that the main thing Marius lacked in canon that could have given him a proper 'character development' was the belief that he could have a solid support system outside of bourgeois circles. He was so close to connecting with Les Amis de l'ABC but he ultimately fell back into a self-deprecating hole once his world views were challenged. In this fic I hope to get Marius to reconnect with Les Amis on a personal level first (via Cosette and Enjolras) before attempting to push him towards connecting with them politically (and he's already beginning to, in Ch. 5!).

And it's no surprise that the first person he reaches for when he realises that he DOES have actual friends is Courfeyrac! Writing this fic and rereading les mis letters has got me in my Courfius feels; Courf was such a good friend to Marius and (fic spoilers?) is definitely deserving of being his chief groomsman!

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And that's it for my Ch. 4 analysis! Sorry for the late answer lol; immediately after reblogging the post I got thrown 5 different assignment deadlines.

If anyone wants any other fic analysis (or even an AU analysis as a whole!) feel free to ask! I'm only one message away from blabbering like an idiot <3.

[captainlinguini]

I've almost finished updating the first chapter of my graphic novel. I should be ready to start shopping it around soon to have it published. First, I need to add a couple pages for story reasons. Right now, I'm drawing intro pages for Olivia and Cosette, and I'm adding an extra page for Cosette and CAFG's big fight scene, since that will be right at the end of Ch. 1. I'm really excited for this.

You can still read my rough draft on my blog if you're interested.

[lesmisscraper]

Though this is a fanfiction but how Cosette felt about the two men she loves was mentioned in here.

There were so many different thoughts and feelings running through Cosettes head right now, things she couldn't make sense of. The two men she had trusted most in the world had deceived her. She didn't know what to think anymore, about her father, about Marius, about anything. Cosette put her hands up to her head and pulled at her hair, she didn't know why she was doing that, she couldn't think, for some reason she just wanted to feel pain at that moment so she pulled hard.

This is 'After the Brick' fic but I do not think she had different thought about them at this point of the canon.

I’ve talked about it before, but it’s so sad/frustrating how Jean Valjean is the kind of person who will like…. buy Cosette presents “to take her mind off things” instead of talking to her openly. He doesn’t try to help Cosette understand as much as he tries to “bring her back to happiness” by giving her gifts.

She’s upset over seeing the chain gang, and instead of answering her questions he takes her to a great fun festival the next day to keep her mind off it.

She’s upset over his behavior in the end of the book, and his response is to dodge her questions and interrupt to encourage her to buy fun little fripperies and pieces of furniture:

“It is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say ‘you’ to me.”

“Just now, as I was coming hither,” replied Jean Valjean, “I saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker’s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.”

Cosette sincerely wants to know about these darker more tragic aspects of the world and her own life, but Jean Valjean keeps showering her with all these gifts that represent shallow bourgeois respectability instead, not understanding that they don’t actually make her happy.

It’s just

“Can we talk about why you’ve stopped callling yourself my father and seem to no longer be eating? I’m worried that you’re in a bad state and are hurting yourself.”

“Let’s not talk about that—what if you bought a magnificent table instead? :3 wouldn’t that make you happier?”

[seeinganewlight]

thinking about the similarities of cosette and eponine’s lives and how they mirror each other but in reverse. i’m rereading the book right now and young cosette is about to meet valjean. hugo says that cosette was “unafraid” of meeting valjean in the woods at night, alone, for the first time which then got me thinking about how in the musical after eponine dies, marius says “her life was cold and dark yet she was unafraid” cosette as a child is abused and neglected, but grows into a young woman who was loved and cherished and adored, eponine on the other hand, was loved and cared for as a child (as much as the thenardiers can do so)  and then grew up to be neglected and abused. their lives mirror each other’s (even without marius involved) and it just BREAKS MY HEART

[notebookmusical]

edit challenge vs. ​@bossuets ♡  round fourteen → favorite les misérables character ↳ cosette

Cosette’s whole person was ingenuousness, ingenuity, transparency, whiteness, candor, radiance. It might have been said of Cosette that she was clear. She produced on those who saw her the sensation of April and dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of the auroral light in the form of a woman.

[likeclarabow]

Character Moodboards (13/?): Cosette (Les Mis)

“How strange This feeling that my life's begun at last This change Can people really fall in love so fast?”

[lipstick-to-the-far-realm]

Hyssop for Hyssop, bluebell for Seras (and if I'm allowed to ask abotu Sylvana, also Sylvana), camelia for Joana, dahlia for Endymion, sweet pea for Mikolaj and Cosette, begonia for Eden (I'll stop here cuz this is getting long <3 )

Hyssop

Hyssop: Do they have a god/religion they feel strongly about?

UNFORTUNATELY, I don’t have him in a particular setting yet so I can’t say ~for sure~ I think out of all of the canon d&d gods though, he’d most vibe with Kelemvor. Assuming he had access to the same canon mythology and I would use Kelemvor 100%, I could really see Hyssop being an earnest devotee to him.

Seras

Bluebell: What's their most embarrassing memory?

When she was 11 years old, she stole a potion of fire breathing from an adventuring devotee of Aube who had come to stay at the Fleche de L’Aube to impress Alexandre. She ended up burning down half the temple gardens and burning down Alexandre’s favorite Azalea bush. :(

Sylvanna

Bluebell: What's their most embarrassing memory?

When she was in grade school, Sylvanna got reprimanded in front of the whole class for bringing in her own live frog to dissect and casting a silence spell on it to keep it quiet while she worked on it. Only embarrassed that she got caught.

Joana

Camellia: Do you have a particular song that always reminds you of them?

Stay With Me by Matsubara Miki. Nothing about the lyrics, but I can't help but imagine her studying and dancing around her house to this. Joana would be a sucker for Japanese 80s City Pop.

Endymion

Dahlia: What's your favorite thing about them?

I love how much I’m able to express myself in him. Of course, he's fun to write and even more fun to roleplay, but when I'm at my worst, I turn to Endy. Expressing my struggles through him helps me feel empathy for myself and he’s gotten me through some really rough times. He’s my special boy and I love him so dearly.

Mikolaj

Sweet pea: If you had to choose a favorite dessert for them, what would it be?

Dark chocolate raspberry coffee cake with a little bit of creme on the side.

Cosette

Sweet pea: If you had to choose a favorite dessert for them, what would it be?

Vanilla Macarons and candied lemon slices.

Eden

Begonia: Do they have any specific irrational fears?

Whales. She loves the ocean and everything in it but they are so big and she is so small. Plus her papa always told her that if she was in the water with a whale at the wrong moment that its calls could make her go deaf and she is NOT willing to challenge this theory.

Thank you for the ask, dear <3

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He managed a tired grin before their lips met. He hummed into her lips, practically growling as she sucked on his tongue, returning the affections by nipping at her bottom lip afterwards, tugging gently with his teeth. Vaughn had often ached after a tryst with Cosette, but he had never complained, there was an almost masochistic desire to want to feel her after she was long gone. "Mhm, yes, her loss..." He mumbled before trailing kisses and nips down her neck, sucking at a precise spot he knew could practically buckle her knees. Already, the hand that wasn't at the small of her back was finding a home between her legs, pushing her underwear aside so he place his whole hand over her pussy, not quite concentrating his touch just yet as he palmed gently to tease her.

praise from him had always meant more, it all hit her naturally; her entire body reacting to him, even in ways she had no control over whatsoever. "only fair, considering how good you are with your tongue..." as he helps her on her feet, in a way only he could do so skillfully, a teasing smile captures the corners of her mouth. then their lips meet and her own quickly part, deepening the kiss as best she can. she sucks at his tongue eagerly. she had always known she loved sex but hadn't known she could delight in intimacy, in the way she did so proudly with vaughn. "hm, almost feel bad for her - missing out on tasting you..." she hums thoughtfully, even if the truth was she couldn't care less about the woman who'd disappeared from view. if she couldn't handle being seen with him like this, she didn't deserve it - him - in the first place.

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LES MIS WLW WEEK - Eposette

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FIRST - & - LAST appearances of the backup dancers.