#enjolras x reader

[solemnsic]

helloooo! i just recently had the revelation that i actually want to put my writing onto the internet!

therefore, blog was created. i am interested and consumed by soooo many medias, and willing to write for a lot of them. most, if not all, of my work will be 'x reader', that's just what i'm comfy with writing! i'm also comfortable with writing smut, along with angst and fluff.

i'm gonna put a bunch of tags on this post, in hopes that it gets to the communities that i want it to. please send in requests, even just little ideas that sprout in your mind. i never judge.

all that being said, i'm so looking forward to growing this blog and writing everything and anything! lots of love, s.

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[stardancerluv]

A Time to Fight and to Love

Part Thirty - Three

Summary: Thoughts of the past and the future come together.

Notes/Warnings: angst, thoughts of one’s life, mention of one’s death.

A few translations:

Are you well, my love? - Tu vas bien, mon amour ?

Yes, my love. I only missed you is all when a nightmare had struck. - Oui mon amour. Tu ne m'as manqué que lorsqu'un cauchemar a frappé.

My love, my angel you and our child is a gift, I never thought would be given to me but they were. - Mon amour, mon ange, toi et notre enfant êtes un cadeau, je n'aurais jamais pensé qu'il me serait offert mais ils l'étaient.

❤️s, comments, feedback & reblogs are always welcome! Thank you for reading. We are beginning to near the end! 🥹

With a start, you awoke turning you looked for Enjolras for solace but he wasn’t there. His side of the bed was cold.

Perhaps, he was in his study. Pulling the blanket aside, you got out of bed. Holding up some of your chemise as to not trip, you kept to the carpet. Despite, the wooden floorboards being well kept they were too cool for your liking at this hour. They were much better than the ones you had grown used to back home with Mama. She had to be alright, she just had to be. However, those floorboards would creak with only a mere at gaze upon them and snagged all of your dresses.

The warmth from the fire that burned was what greeted you first upon opening the door.

“Tu vas bien, mon amour ?”

You glanced towards in the direction of the raspy voice, that reassured and made your heart skip beats. In front of the flickering flames, you spied the silhouette that could only ever belong to Enjolras.

“Oui mon amour. Tu ne m'as manqué que lorsqu'un cauchemar a frappé.”

“I am sorry my love.” He glanced up at you before draininy the liquid in the glass, he held. Moving the glass to his other hand, he patted a place beside him. “Come sit beside me.”

Just being near him once again and you relaxed.

Wrapping an arm around you, he held you close. You could just get a whiff of the spicy liquid he had been sipping at.

“Did sleep elude you?”

“Yes.”

As you glanced at him, he made a face. “Despite all the fretting at getting mother settled in, I still could not get ahold of sleep.”

“It will be nice to have her here.”

He rose an eyebrow as your eyes met.

“Mostly. I still cannot believe that Beatrice and her were familiar with each other. She is certainly a very determined woman.”

“She raised an equally, determined son.”

He chuckled. You loved that sound.

He drained what was left in his glass, before placing the glass on the table beside the two of you.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Yes, she did do that.”

“Enjolras, what is plaguing you?”

Hmm? He made a questioning sound as he rose his eyebrows.

You sat up the best you could with your growing tummy. At the moment, the baby seemed to be relaxed or at the very least comfortable and wasn’t moving and turning like they liked to do more often than not these days.

He didn’t look at you.

“Enjolras, look at me.”

His dark eyes moved from the flickering flames to you and once more were back fixed on the flames.

“I know that it is something other than the arrival of your mother.”

His mouth formed a line, he swallowed.

“The solider who has been hunting me has arrived. I do believe, he has taken up with one of the barmaids. And he has enjoyed some card games with her and others.”

“Oh? Oh!” Now you were the one who looked away. “What are you going to do?”

“I sent word for Bellamy to join me at the tavern, tomorrow night. And I shall go and meet my destiny.” He exhaled.

“Don’t talk like that.” Your emotions flared.

He took your hand and squeezed it.

“Mon amour, mon ange, toi et notre enfant êtes un cadeau, je n'aurais jamais pensé qu'il me serait offert mais ils l'étaient.” He pressed his lips together. “I should already be dead, I should have died at the barricade.”

“No, no! Don’t talk like that. You were given a chance to be with me, to be a father. You have to hold me a little longer, you have to hold our child.”

A tear escaped and slide down your cheek.

You trembled as his warm hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear.

“I, I…”

Any words, any other sentiment you could have shared were silenced as his lips met yours.

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[bookloover35]

The Revolutionary Tango, Enjolras x fem reader.

The café hummed with subdued chatter, the air thick with the smell of cheap wine and a faint haze of tobacco. You weren't meant to be there—your world of soft whispers and careful curtsies clashed with the fierce voices rallying for liberty. Yet, here you were, drawn to the sharp fire that burned behind his eyes, to the resolute man whose presence commanded the very air around him.

Enjolras stood by the window, golden hair haloed in the light of the flickering streetlamp. His arms were crossed, his usual air of determination etched into every line of his profile. But tonight, there was something else in his gaze—a spark of mischief, perhaps, or the faintest shadow of exhaustion.

Grantaire's voice rang out across the room. "A dance!" he declared, already tipsy from one too many glasses. "We speak of revolutions, but tonight, my friends, let us live! Come, Enjolras, our fearless leader, surely even you know how to tango?"

Enjolras scoffed, shaking his head. "I hardly think—"

"You will," you said, surprising yourself as you stepped forward. His eyes snapped to yours, pale blue meeting your determined gaze. "Every leader must know how to command a moment. Dance with me."

The room fell silent. The others exchanged glances, half in shock, half in awe of your audacity. For a moment, you thought he would refuse, his prideful stubbornness outweighing any curiosity. But then, with a slow, deliberate step, he moved toward you.

"As you wish," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, and your heart stuttered at the sound.

The musicians scrambled to life, pulling a lively tango from their strings. The first notes slithered through the room, bold and commanding. You extended a hand, and without hesitation, Enjolras took it. His grip was firm, his touch electrifying.

He guided you to the center of the café. You placed your other hand lightly on his shoulder, his settling at your waist, drawing you closer than propriety might allow. The music surged, and you stepped in unison, bodies moving in perfect counterpoint.

The tango was a conversation of defiance and passion, every movement a battle. His gaze never wavered, his piercing eyes fixed on yours, as if daring you to falter. But you didn't. You met him step for step, your foot sliding between his as you spun together, your dress whispering against his coat.

"You're not afraid," he observed, his breath warm against your cheek as he dipped you low.

"Of what?" you countered, voice steady despite the flutter in your chest.

"Of being seen. Of losing control." His hand tightened at your waist as he pulled you upright, twirling you in a swift motion that left your head spinning.

"I could say the same of you," you shot back, a teasing smile curling your lips.

For a moment, his mask slipped. There, behind the stoic resolve, was a man who wanted more—more than revolution, more than glory. Perhaps, for a fleeting second, he wanted this, wanted you.

The final notes of the tango echoed through the room. Enjolras held you in the finishing pose, his hand still firm on your waist, your bodies impossibly close. You were both breathless, the world reduced to the space between you.

The room erupted in applause, but neither of you moved. His eyes searched yours, and for once, the fiery orator seemed at a loss for words.

"Perhaps," he said at last, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it, "you've taught me something tonight."

"And what is that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"That there's more to life than revolutions."

His lips curved into the faintest smile before he released you, stepping back into himself. But as he walked away, you knew that something had shifted between you—a dance that would echo far beyond the café walls.

[i-am-a-lazy-mess]

Enjolras x reader smut

Tags: HE LEAVES YOU FOR A FUCKING MAN??? HES GAY??? OR AROACE???? PEOPLE ARE INSANE???

everyone who thirsts over joseph quinn like puppies need to back the fuck off les mis. I get you think he's hot the massacre of a character is the scariest thing i've seen since the jeffery dahmer horn fest. GET AWAY?? Its destruction of a fandom its filthy like what the FUKCKCCKKCKCKCKCKCK. I don’t care if you write smut but I am passionate about enjolras so leave my boy ALONE.

@golemthegolem

[of-apollo]

People of various fandoms…

I am cutely asking for any requests! I’d love to get back into the swing of writing, but am not sure what to write so would love some ideas from you lovely people!

I write ship requests, but also x reader imagines and headcanons! I’ve tagged some of the fandoms and characters I write for, but please do check my navigation for my fandom list and request rules! 🫶🏻

[iiseult]

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❥ You can call me Isolde. I'm 20, use she/they pronouns, and am currently in school.

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𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

• Amadeus (1984) - W.A. Mozart

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[mysterious-adventurer]

Okay so this is a total long shot, but I am looking for a le mis fic I read YEARS ago. I've tried all of the google tricks and I haven't been able to find it, so I'm hoping maybe someone will be able to point me in the right direction.

It was a modern college au, Enjolras x Reader. Jean Valjean was a professor at the college and if I remember right he was trying to get Enjolras and the reader together by pairing them up for a group project. There was also something about socks, I don't remember what, I just remember socks were a semi-important detail in this fic.

If someone could point me in the right direction I'd be forever grateful!

[elfenbensord]

hello love! i’m not sure if u still write for les mis but if u do, can i request a modern!enjolras x reader who struggles w anxiety/panic attacks? just lots of comfort and fluff<3

masterlist  /  requests

4.10.23

note: sorry for being several years late with this reply. also, this hit a lil close to home lol

modern! enjolras x gender neutral!reader

bad day

From the moment you woke up, you knew it wasn’t gonna be a good day. Your heart beat just a little too hard. Fingers numbing slightly at the tops. Breating felt like a task, instead of a comforting fact. You try your best to keep a smile on your lips, to get through your day without having it show. Fake it ‘til you make it, you thought.

After your last class, you were absolutely exhausted. Tired from the excess adrenaline rushing through your veins.-Tired of your brain being in constans, fight-or-flight mode. It made you feel like a caveman, like you hadn’t evolved from being chased by dinosaurs and gathering berries for dinner.

You finally made it home to your dorm. Feeling weak in you limps, you slouched down into the couch in the common room. 

Enjolras, a strawberry blonde majoring in political sciences with a too handsome smile for his own good, walked in. 

He gave you a smile. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, just a bit frassled I guess.” You smile back weakly. “Didn’t sleep great.”

A small crease forms in between his eyebrows as he sat down beside you. “You sure? You look terrible.”

“Ever the charmer”, you bite back, a bit less sharp than usual. “I’m fine.”

He reaches for your hand, squeezing it lightly. Smiling softly he says, “You know you can talk to me.”

Like floodwork, the day’s challenges start to pour out of your eyes. “Sorry”, you splutter in between sniffles and drying your eyes with the back of your hand. “Sorry, I’m so embarassed.”

“No, no, no”, he assures you. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

He moves to hold you closer, pulling you into a hug. 

“This alright?” he asks. 

You nod, mumbling a small, “Hmh. I just– Today wasn’t a very good day for me.”

“I get that.”

You feel his heart beat through his thin shirt. It’s a steady beat, calming your laboured breathing. He held you through your tears, until you’d calmed down. 

You felt your face turning hot red. “I’m sorry, again.”

He smiled softly, squeezing your hand again. “You really don’t have to be. I’m always here for you.”

You smiled back.

[cloverhasnobrain]

Ok but Im really gay for Enjolras crucify me

Like jesus christ he is so dramatic and ugh— I love me a guy that is emotionally a dumb blonde but smart everywhere else

If any of yall have good tips on x readers drop it like rn please I am not picky, male reader, female reader, I am made of moss. So long as the writing is good I am salivating

[writing-fanics]

Enjolras laying in bed with his wife before he leaves for the barricade. his wife doesn’t want him to go but knows he must. cues a small argument insuses. her begging him to let her join in the fight to help. he doesn’t want her to wanting her to stay home where it’s safe.

but she doesn’t want to and tells him that he isn’t the only one who cares about the revolution and she wants to help. she tries to convince him but he’s still says that she should stay.

she starts tearing up cause she doesn’t want to wake up one day. in a world that he’s not in. and if he isn’t wants to die by his side. not wanting to live in a world where he isn’t in it.

and after some more convincing he just said, “you are so stubborn and that’s what I love about you.” he said to her holding her close kissing her on the lips. which leads to a passionate moment for them in bed.

they died together at the barricade hand in hand

[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

Oh my Gooooooodddddd 😩🥺

I've been seeing the other Enjolras audio making the rounds in my activity so ironic I have this to post now!

Ironically I had tried to use actual Joseph as Enjolras but.... the AI doesn't know what to do with itself when I do and makes it sound NOT Enjolras or Joseph.

So this??? done with audio from Fallon.

I don't even know man. Enjolras is cursed. So let's pretend.

[stardancerluv]

A Time to Love and to Fight

Part Thirty - Two

Summary: While enjoying the city they live near, Reader is visited by the past. Enjolras is confronted by his past and his future.

Warning/Notes - No real warnings. Just building dread.

eau de Cologne - how cologne was referred to

reticule - a type of purse for a woman in the past.

Sorry about the time between chapters. I wrote and rewrote this alot!!! It’s a long chapter with a flashback.

❤️s, comments, reblogs & feedback is always welcome!

You delighted on watching Enjolras. He spoke easily with the harbor master. His air and command of the situation made you happy. He was firm but pleasant and never belittling.

As they pointed into the bay, you followed their fingers pleased that you could also spot the ship. You gave a moment of pause in gratitude that your time of traveling on the water was over.

Oddly, you were reminded of the stories those women shared of their husbands still gave you shivers. You could never be wed to such beasts. Just as you were pleased with him, the baby shifted within you, made you believe they were pleased to too. You laid a gentle on your stomach.

Turning, he smiled and walked towards you.

“The ship is on an easy and straight course for its arrival. The master spoke of how I should bring you to shops and buy you something nice.” A smile played on his lips.

You gave him a sweet smile. “You don’t have to.”

“I don’t know, I may want to.”

You rose your eyebrows. “We have bought so much for our home. Are you sure?”

He nodded. “My dear wife, I do believe I should have given you something a long time ago.”

Taking his arm you followed him as he led you away from the docks.

You looked around making sure you stepped carefully. “Us, here and safe is enough.”

He squeezed your your hand. “As much as I do not enjoy extreme excess, you need some possession especially since you are the lady of our household.”

“Thank you, my love.”

*******

“Good day, Sir Julien.” Greeted a kind looking older man, he was wiping his hands on a cloth. He stopped upon seeing you. “Oh? Is this the lady of the house?”

You nodded and glanced up at Enjolras. He smiled down at you.

“Dear, this Mr Jameson. He has supplied our home with many treasures.”

“You have parted with many different items.”

He nodded. “I am sure your house is much grander for it.”

“It is.” You nod. “Thank you.” Slipping your arm free, you wandered away as the two began to speak of other items he may or may not be receiving soon.

The house, that you and Enjolras were now were residing were becoming quite grand. It reminded you of your home before the disappearance of your father. It had held several treasures before having sell them so that your mama and you could keep the home.

You sighed and continued to look at all the great items that remained. Some of which shifted your mood and made you relieved that Enjolras had such good eye. You would have been aghast to have them.

You were drawn to an array of some powder boxes. They made you smile. Looking at a few, you were reminded of one night when mama was preparing for one of the parties her and father would be hosting. She had opened one of her elegant boxes and gave her bosom a dusting. You had been watching, peering actually in from the bedroom doorway.

“I see you my sweet little cabbage. Would you like to be like mama and have some perfumed powder tonight?”

You nodded. You hurried over. Stopping, you stood tall while also attempting to be as elegant as you could.

A warm giggle came from her. “Ok. Close your eyes.”

You squeezed them shut. Next you felt a soft brush on your nose. The sweet scent of honeysuckle filled your nose.

“Perfect.” She said with a gentle air. “Now you are all ready for the party.”

******

He was pleased to hear that the cradles had come in. You being here was timely. He could not and would not have wanted to decide on one or even two without your guidance.

“I will go and find her. I am sure she is enjoying the sight of your treasures.”

“Treasures.” He made a dismissive gesture. “They are what makes a household, a home.”

He nodded. “They are that.”

The floor boards creaked under his boots as he walked down another aisle where he spotted you. As he drew closer, he saw a faraway look eyes.

“Ange?” He whispered, wrapping an arm around you.

You glanced up. “I…I…”

He smiled. “You looked terribly faraway my love, where were you?”

“I was.”

You replied with a soft smile that had a trace of sadness to it. You pointed to the powder boxes in front of you.

“They remind me of mama.”

You pointed to the porcelain boxes in front of you.

“Oh? Look at those.”

He drew from you and looked down at them and back at you. He knew how he treasured the glass bottle that held the sharp aftershave that his father gave him.

“Choose among them what you wish to have and they will be yours.”

You brought a gloved hand to your lips, in the muted light he could see happiness brighten them.

“Yes.” He nodded. “They will have a wonderful place on your vanity.”

*****

You held onto two of small boxes and were wrapped tightly in cloth. You could not wait to place them on your vanity. They were perfect.

******

Now, a new happiness filled you at the sight of them sitting there. Berceaux, cribs bassinets all for you and Enjolras to choose from for your baby. You brought a hand to your growing belly as you considered them.

It took some time, testing the ease of the rocking and evaluating the size. Also, you had to make sure none made too much noise when it moved. In the end, Enjolras and you settled on three of the five that stood in front of you. One for you Enjolras’s private chambers, one for the child’s respective nursery and another that they could easily move around if they wished to sit in the gardens or the library and wanted to have the baby with them.

“I will wrap these up in haste.” The man older man patted one of them. “I will fetch Edmund. Together, we will bring these down the docks.”

Enjolras nodded. “Good. Thank you.”

******

The ship surely has arrived by now, if he had learned anything these last few months the timing of ships in clear weather was becoming familiar to him.

Turning to you. with a gentle ease of his hand on your lower back. He made his way with you out to the cobbled street.

“Angel, I will walk you to the perfumery. That is where I found the ones that have already brought the most pleasant scents to the airs of our chambers and for you to feel even lovelier.”

“Is it close?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “And then I will return to the docks and check on the arrival of the boat.”

******

You watched as he spoke warmly with the gentleman in the worn brown coat whose collar looked especially stiff. But had a soft demeanor.

Turning, Enjolras closed the distance between the two of you once more. “Love, this is Mr. Barlowe. He can assist you while I go and check on things with the harbor master.”

“Thank you.” You turned and smiled at the man.

********

Enjolras enjoyed having you along. Though a cloud, a shadow of worry did chase his ankles. Though keeping you tucked away at the estate disliked more.

With it being such a lovely day, he was relieved you were having a good day. The baby was being good to their mama by not giving her any light headedness. That pleased him.

“Oh! Excuse me good sir.” He quickly said as he collided with someone stumbling out of the bar.

Turning in the direction in which the man fell, the man had sprawled.

“I am terribly sorry, sir. Thoughts had clouded my vision.”

He offered his hand. The man took it. He had a very firm grip.

“And drink had made my feet unsure of themselves.”

Their eyes met and chuckle had blossomed and was shared.

“Well, I must be on my way.” He gave the man a quick smile.

******

He had been right. His pleasure on being correct, gave him a flush of confidence. He needed it.

The boat after its journey groaned and creaked as it anchored at the dock.

He’d never breath the words into existence but fleeing had give him a thorn of discontent in his side. Logic, his heart told him he had made the correct decision. There was no doubt or second thoughts lingering in his heart.

Though there was a sliver of pain that sometimes cut deep as the thoughts, the memories of Courfeyrac or Grantaire or even small Gavroche or the elder Mabeuf paid him a visit. He glanced down at his scared hand that he used to lean against the wooden posts at the dock while he waited.

******

“Sir, I mean Officer Gerard, are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you free of my arms this early.” The bar maid fluttered around him.

He dusted himself off, eyes narrowing as he watched the younger man walk away. He gave the barmaid who had been warming his bed a half smile.

“Do you know who that is my sweet cabbage?”

The woman glanced and smiled back at him. “Of course, I do my love.”

The woman dragged out that last word, love. He wasn’t quite sure how it made him feel. In the past, he’d backhand some for using it so casually. Yet, now It had been an age since anyone spoke of him in such a manner.

“That is Sir Julien. Newly arrived on our ground with a wife who is blossoming with life while he has the flair of a gentleman.”

With a tilt of her head he could see a tide of worry was over her.

“Is there something the matter? You would surely like him. He drinks and plays cards as well.”

He shook his head. “No but our paths did just crash and it left me curious. He seemed almost too polite for this region.”

“He sounds like you.” A giggle came from her. “Am I too polite too since you took a liking to my company?”

“Perhaps.”

********

“Sir, sir is that steady enough?”

A sharp voice took his attention away from the water that slapped against the wooden haul.

It was his mother. His heart leapt as his stomach churned. His feet ushered him over to where she would step foot.

“Mother?” All that he could possibly remained in his mouth.

Despite a tiredness having blanketed her usual refined and elegant appearance she smiled. “It took some arguing but I convinced your father to allow me passage to go and see you.”

“I did get my stubbornness from the two of you. What made him finally allow you?”

“Reason. Someone needs to keep an eye on the estate.”

“And despite him always being quite cold, you always brought some warmth from him however small.”

“It is my charm and wit that I feel blessed to have passed onto you, my son.”

******

With the occasional sniff from a handkerchief you finally were able to settle on eau de Cologne for Enjolras. You were not sure what he would think of it. But it did remind you of him. Memories, of how he had looked striding over to you with that white billowy shirt, those trousers and black shiny boots still stirred your heart.

“I will wrap this so it is ready when he returns.”

“Thank you.” You replied softly.

*****

The door jangled as you went to stand just outside the shop. The air with all of its scents had grown too heavy for you. Gently wrapped and tucked away in your reticule, the cologne was safe. You held the strings that

Shops, streets were different in England, you mused looking at your new surroundings, the urge to explore was strong.

Though a fluttering came from the baby as they shifted within you.

“Are you awake?” You whispered, gently patting your stomach.

The warmth of your love for them came over you. You were learning that you had to keep not only yourself safe but them as well. Waiting, for Enjolras’s return you took in the small street and other shops. Distantly, you could hear hushed voices with the occasional peel of laughter from opening and closing of a pub’s door.

You watched as Enjolras rounded the corner. As you watched he paused heavily against a wall. He looked as if something happened. Your heart squeezed hard. Not uttering a word you began to make your way over to him.

His eyes met yours as you neared. A few of his curls fell into his brow but didn’t hide the look you saw in them. It stole your breath.

******

The arrival of his mother excited him and worried him. He knew how she was rather particular with how she liked things. He knew the two of you had seemed complimentary of each other during those short moments at Oliver’s.

However, after the package from his father he would not expected this. It was not something, he particularly wanted to worry about. It was enough that he was keeping an ear open for the possible arrival of the French solider who was looking for revenge. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he made his way back to you.

“Sir Julien, sir Julien.”

He resisted the urge to ignore the barmaid, calling to him. This was not the time to close himself off from all the new people he was meeting. He swallowed, stopping and turned towards her.

“Yes?”

She was breathless and red faced as she caught up with him. Her hands fluttered around her like birds as she found her breath.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered swallowing some breathes.

“It is ok. There was something you wanted?” The urge to get back to you grew.

“A man, like you. Sounding like you has been staying with me.”

A chill came over him, he tried not to shiver. “Like me?”

A broad, lopsided smile that only she could muster spread across her fleshy face as the flush of running over to him finally faded.

“Yes, sounds like you and also likes to play card games. You should come one night. I told him, you did too.”

He blinked. “You did.”

With the excited nod of her head, the bun that held her hair in place loosened some.

“I did. You two would get along. Both very charming.”

He had to get away and now, he needed air desperately.

“I will consider it.

“You will?”

“Yes! But now I must be off. Fare thee well.”

He heard her call the same and he nodded and made it around the corner just out of eye sight and slumped against a stone wall. He felt like what little bile was in his stomach could leave at any moment. He took several breaths to calm his racing heart and churning stomach.

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[bookloover35]

The Choice of Freedom, Enjolras x fem reader.

The muffled hum of the café's raucous debate faded as she stepped onto the dimly lit street. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, every exhale a puff of fog in the cold Parisian night. She gripped her shawl tighter around her shoulders, but no amount of fabric could shield her from the chill coursing through her chest.

Behind her, footsteps echoed—strong, purposeful. She didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"Y/N," his voice was firm yet soft, like velvet stretched over iron. She froze mid-step. "You've been avoiding me."

She turned slowly, her face pale in the flickering light of the gas lamp. Enjolras stood there, his golden hair catching the faint glow, his stormy eyes fixed on her.

"I haven't—" she began, but the tremble in her voice betrayed her.

"You have," he interrupted, closing the space between them. His gaze bore into hers, unyielding, searching for the truth she was too afraid to speak. "Why? What are you hiding from me?"

The words lodged in her throat. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "I can't do this anymore."

His brow furrowed, confusion and frustration mingling on his face. "Can't do what? Stand by me? Fight for a better world?" His voice cracked, a rare fissure in his unshakable resolve. "Or is it... us?"

Her silence was answer enough.

"Tell me why." His voice was softer now, a plea. "Whatever it is, we can face it together."

She shook her head, tears threatening to spill. "No, we can't. Not this time."

"Y/N," he whispered, stepping closer, his hands reaching for hers. She didn't pull away, though she knew she should. "What's happened?"

"They've promised me to another man," she choked out, the words tumbling from her lips like stones. "My father... he's arranged it. I'm to be married in a month."

His grip tightened, his knuckles white. "No." The single word was laced with defiance, as if sheer willpower could rewrite her fate. "You don't love him. I know you don't."

"No," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But what choice do I have? My family—"

"Your family doesn't own you," he cut in, his voice rising. "You are more than a pawn in their schemes."

She wrenched her hands from his grasp, her tears spilling freely now. "And what am I to do, Enjolras? Run away with you? Leave everything behind? Do you think your revolution will keep me warm at night, feed me when I'm hungry?"

"Yes," he said simply, his conviction unwavering. "Because we would have each other. And that would be enough."

Her heart ached at the raw honesty in his words. She wanted to believe him, wanted to throw caution to the wind and follow him into the unknown. But fear held her back, its grip as unyielding as his.

"Enjolras," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't."

His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Then tell me you don't love me," he challenged, his voice low, dangerous. "Look me in the eyes and tell me."

She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come. She couldn't lie to him—not about this.

"That's what I thought," he said, his tone softening. He stepped closer, his hand brushing her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Y/N, you have a fire in you. Don't let them snuff it out. You belong to yourself, not to them. And certainly not to him."

Her resolve cracked, the walls she'd built around her heart crumbling under the weight of his words. "What are you asking of me?" she whispered.

"Come with me," he said, his voice full of hope and determination. "We'll figure it out together. We'll fight for a world where love isn't a luxury for the wealthy or the obedient. A world where you can be free."

She hesitated, the battle raging within her. Duty and love, fear and hope—each pulling her in a different direction. But when she looked into his eyes, she saw a future that was uncertain yet full of possibility.

And for the first time, she dared to dream.

"All right," she said, her voice steady despite the tears still falling. "I'll come with you."

His smile was radiant, brighter than any light in the dark Parisian streets. "You won't regret this," he promised, taking her hand in his.

As they walked away together, the future still uncertain, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. For the first time, she was choosing her own path—one where love, not duty, would guide her steps.

[of-apollo]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a ship with a Les Miserables guy? I’m pretty shy until I get comfortable around someone and then there’s no shutting me up. I’m definitely pretty stubborn and hot headed but I’m also a very caring and kind person. Lol. I love spending time with my cats and taking care of my little brothers. I enjoy baking (it’s a stress reliever for me), hiking and listening to music. I’m fairly short and have extremely long dark hair that I feel like is my best attribute. Thank you and it’s totally fine if you don’t feel like doing it!

I ship you with Enjolras!

Enjolras spends a lot of time talking with speeches and meetings, so I think he would adore the fact that you’re a yapper as well.

You either have hours long conversations together, or he just very gladly listens to you talk about your day or interests so he can rest his voice for a little while.

I think you’d definitely clash occasionally over stubbornness, but it’d translate into petty arguments over what to have for dinner or what movie to watch. You care about each other enough to forget it within the hour and find a compromise.

I am a strong believer in cat lover Enjolras. He would adore your cats, he’d always be the first to volunteer to petsit even before you were together. If they’re particularly chaotic, he loves keeping them occupied when you want to bake. If not, he’ll still take the opportunity to snuggle with them while you make your sweet treats.

I feel like Enjolras is the type of guy who’d love playing with your hair. Whether that’s braiding it or styling it for you when you don’t want to do it yourself, or just fiddling with it when you’re cuddling, his hands are buried in your hair at least once a day.

[elfenbensord]

i feel my soul leave my body everytime any of y'all like or reblog my enjolras fics. like that is my anti-roman empire. i NEVER think of that shit.

[cloverhasnobrain]

Alright Im so pissed that there are no Enj x reader fics in here– like please

Not the BBC one, like, book boy or idk just

I would literally sell my soul for a well-written Enjolras x male reader 💫please💫