#eponine tenardier

[enjol--taire]

Hot take but Marius should be played by a woman at least once

[machihunnicutt]

Fic-vember Day 7

Ugh, this is late. My bad. Here’s some more of Lost and Found:

Lost and Found (les mis fic)

Chapter 2: Hesitation

(Or read on ao3.)

Grantaire didn’t want to leave yet. He was sinking in his couch, blinking blearily at the sketchbook in front of him. It was cold with the fall breeze rustling fiery leaves that seemed in almost endless supply, but he didn’t want to get up and shut the window. He had a little time left to finish his sketch of Enjolras. It was messy, as usual. Everything about Enjolras was sharp and well defined and Grantaire could only grasp at straws with his lackluster style.

He was always doing this: drawing and redrawing Enjolras until his image burned into his vision even when his eyes were closed. It was probably a problem, but Grantaire was good at ignoring problems. This sketch wasn’t so bad when he stopped to look at it. He did, reaching shakily for his coffee mug. The coffee was cold now and his hands were beginning to twitch the way they did when he needed a drink or a cigarette. For the sake of this halfway decent sketch he ignored the shaking.

Three minutes later he had something halfway decent and a headache. He sunk further in the couch and held the sketch up. It needed the vibrancy of the colors outside his window. It needed the cold too, just enough so you could tell that Enjolras commanded any room he entered. Just enough to tell you that if you looked at him too long you might freeze.

He got up, changed, and splashed some water on his face in an attempt to make himself presentable. He knew the others worried if he looked too worse for wear. Even Enjolras had commented once, after a night where he’d drank more than slept.

“R.” His hand on the table had woken him up. “Are you alright?”

When he sat up he had drool on his face and it took a moment for Enjolras to become more than a blur of gold.

“The meeting’s over,” he’d continued. “Do you want me to walk you home?” he asked brusquely.

He laughed but it came out scratchy and sad. “I’m fine oh fearless leader. Don’t worry about it.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed and their gaze was icy. “Fine then. You just don’t look well. You should take care of yourself.” He readjusted his bag on his shoulder and turned to leave. R was still trying to process his words when Enjolras hesitated and turned back to face him.

“I don’t know why you call me that,” he said, voice rising . “I’m not...I mean it’s not as if I’m fearless anyway. You’re wrong about me.”

“I’m wrong?” He repeated dumbly.

“Yes.” Grantaire wasn’t sure he’d seen him this flustered before. The ice had melted as rapidly as it had appeared. His face was almost as red as his shirt. R tried to memorize his expression to draw later but he was too disoriented to capture the details properly.

“Why do you care whether or not I take care of myself?” He asked. It wasn’t the question his brain needed to ask but it was the only one his lips could find.

“Forget it R.” It was almost a whisper. His hands were twitching on the strap of his messenger bag. “Goodnight.”

Today, maybe he’d have the right words. He put on his shoes and grabbed his keys and jacket, carefully emptying the pockets as to leave behind his flask and pack of cigarettes. Impulsively, he tore out the sketch of Enjolras, folded it, and put it in his now empty pocket. It was time to meet the others.

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Marius couldn’t help but stare at the sky. It had turned a dreamy pink during their drive and was even more brilliant now that he was out of the car. He was glad the fundraiser seemed to be going well. The line to enter the maze was long and he saw Eponine wave from her place at the ticket booth.

“Damn, good turnout huh?” Courfeyrac said beside him. Marius tried to school his body into normalcy but it wasn’t happening today. Instead he half flinched half smiled and blurted out the first thing he could think of.

“The sky reminds me of you.”

“The what now?”

“The sky,” he repeated, looking around to see if the others were paying attention. Combeferre and Enjolras were busy debating whether or not to get in line now or to check out the brochures the organizers were handing out with the hot apple they were selling. “I um…sorry, it’s dumb I was just looking at the sky and thinking about how it’s the color of cotton candy and it’s pretty and calming and reminds me of you. Sorry that’s weird.”

Courf laughed and Marius jumped. “That’s really cute. Why are you sorry?”

He called what you said cute not you, Marius’s brain helpfully reminded him. Calm down. Courf was taking his hand so he didn’t have to worry about responding.

“I don’t know what they’re gonna do, but you and I are going to buy some cider.”

“Okay.”

Courfeyrac didn’t let go of his hand until they were at the front of the line. He paid for the cider despite Marius’s deliberate reaching for his own wallet. “I owe you one anyway,” he said, though he said this often and Marius was never certain of what Courfeyrac was supposed to have owed him. If anything, Marius was the one who owed him. His first year of school, when he arrived on campus and found out his grandfather had pulled the plug on his housing contract out of spite, Courf welcomed him with open arms for the entire semester. He didn’t even ask for anything in return even when Marius insisted he repay him somehow. Back then he was working full time in addition to class, nearly sleepwalking back to their apartment on nights when he had late shifts. Still, Courf was there with coffee and flashcards when he needed to study, made sure Marius ate regular meals even when cash or time was tight, and knew precisely when to give him space and conversely, when they needed to huddle under blankets on the couch and watch shitty movies until the sun came up. After a semester of that, Marius didn’t think Courf owed him anything ever again.

The cider was warm and sweet and helped to settle the nerves that had found their way to Marius’s shaky fingers. They rejoined the others, some of whom had cider of their own already, and got in line for the maze. Cosette had an extra cider to give to Eponine when they got to the front.

“I told her to bring gloves but oh no , don’t listen to your smart and caring girlfriend ,” she said teasingly. “Her hands are going to be so cold. She’s gonna eat her words.”

Courf laughed. “Mari didn’t bring gloves either did he?”

Marius shook his head and slipped his free hand further up his sweater sleeve.

“Honestly, what am I going to do with you,” Cosette said, feigning indignance. She looked as if she was going to put her hands on her hips but her hands were still occupied with the cider. She had on the red earmuffs Ep had gotten her for Christmas and she had the matching scarf Marius had knitted for her wrapped around her neck and hair, keeping the hair pressed to her neck like an extra golden scarf.

“It’s alright, here,” Courf offered his hand again and Marius took it, still reeling from the hand holding moments before. “I’ll be your glove.”

Cosette laughed and he shot her a look, blushing furiously. “I’ll see you two at the end then?” She kissed Marius on the cheek. “Don’t get lost.”

They split naturally into several groups before entering the maze. Joly, Musichetta, and Bossuet linked arms so Bossuet was in the middle (they didn’t trust him not to go in the wrong direction or knock something over.) Cosette, Combeferre, and Bahorel comprised the second group once Cosette had had her fill of distracting Eponine from her volunteer duties. Courfeyrac was with Marius. And finally, Enjolras was matched with Grantaire. Marius found this duo a bit odd but was happy that they were making an attempt to get along.

The hay was piled high and though Courf stood on his tiptoes to try to to see over it, he couldn’t. They worked at the puzzle easily for awhile. Marius liked figuring things out, even if he was a bit slow on the uptake at times. They took turns directing, switching when they hit dead ends. When Marius’s direction got them nowhere he apologized and Courf told him not to because the fun was in the challenge. So far they hadn’t managed to bump into the others.

“Do you remember that time I talked you into singing that song from Grease with me during karaoke?”

It had been Eponine’s birthday and they’d sung “Summer Nights” so of course he remembered. “Yeah, why?”

Courf was looking wistfully up at the cotton candy sky. “Nothing, it’s just the thing you said about the sky. Except for me it’s you and that song.” He turned his gaze back to Marius and smiled. “I’m really glad you’re here with me,” he said.

Oh god, he should do it now shouldn’t he? It was the perfect time. There wasn’t anyone or anything to interrupt him but his own seeping fear. There was nothing but the voice at the back of his head telling him he wasn’t worth the trouble he caused. There was the part of him that still felt like the little kid who was nothing but ignored. He was still the anxious, dorky, mess who didn’t even have his life together enough to articulate what he’d felt for years. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t…

“Hey, are you okay?’ He blinked and Courfeyrac’s shock of dark hair flickered back into clarity. The concern in his eyes nearly paralyzed him.

“I um...need a minute. Sorry.” His feet moved before his brain told them to and then he was taking off through the maze, leaving Courf speechless in his wake.

[sophisticat42]

The Hunchback of Notre Dame is so weird. Imagine if Disney made an animated musical of Les Miserables, only the candlesticks that the priest gave Jean Valjean could talk and served to be comic relief. And then at the end, Eponine doesn't die, but instead just willingly let's Marius marry Cosette. Meanwhile Javier still dies and Tenardier is somehow framed as a good guy?

[cat-soda]

the twitter chapter

so, i was really into like hamilton, bmc, heathers, and deh when i was a freshman in high school, and i had this crossover fic that i just never finished?? earlier this year, i decided to post it despite its incomplete status, bc its smth i put a lot of my time into for the better part of a year and a half. it seemed like a waste for it to sit in my drive for the rest of eternity. 

anyways!! this chapter in particular was one of my favorite pieces of writing ever (i remember giggling the entire time i was working on it) just bc it was so silly, and ig i wanted to have it here too!! ...you can totally tell i was fourteen and did not use twitter when i wrote it LOL (look,, i understand ppl dont talk like this,,,, but considering that this is a crossover high school au of a bunch of musicals, i think i get a little leeway)

and yes, i did pretend to be a musical buff for the entirety of this. happy reading!!

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[sent at 10:37 am]: hOLY FUCK CHLOE

[sent at 10:37 am]: YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST HEARD

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Westerburg High School:

Happy New Year’s, everyone! Hope you are all having a wonderful winter break!

Betty Rizzo:

ew why does our school have a fuckin twitter account thats so fuckin gross

RT Westerburg High School’s tweet: Happy New Year’s, every…

Frenchy:

It’s run by a bunch of nerds with nothing better to do. 🙄

Replied to Betty Rizzo’s tweet: ew why does our school...

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Jenna Rolan:

GUYS RICH SET A FIRE AND BURNED DOWN JAKE’S HOUSE

Brooke Lohst:

RICH IS TOTALLY FLECKED #whokeepsYOURflame

RT Jenna Rolan’s tweet: GUYS RICH SET A FI...

deborah SUE ME:

uh. flecked?

Replied to Brooke Lohst’s tweet: RICH IS TOTALLY FLE…

Brooke Lohst:

did i say flecked? lol whoops i meant fucked. #autocorrectissostupid

Replied to deborah SUE ME’s tweet: uh. flecked?

Kat Plum:

oh no!! that sounds terrible!! is he okay?? what happened?? is jake okay?? he burned jake’s house down, right??

Replied to Jenna Rolan’s tweet: GUYS RICH SET A FI…

Jenna Rolan:

Rich is in the hospital! He looked really bad, there were like paramedics and everything!!

RT Kat Plum’s tweet: oh no!! that sounds ter…

Chloe Valentine: 

IKR THEY COVERED UP HIS ENTIRE BODY I THINK HES DEAD #richgoranski

RT Jenna Rolan’s tweet: Rich is in the hosp…

epoNINE OUTTA TENardier:

Oh My God This Is Horrible #richgoranski

RT Chloe Valentine’s tweet: IKR THEY COVERED UP…

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🌟 zoe 🌟:

wtf why did everyone change their profile pics to some blond rooster guy

Ellen Scott:

Didn’t you hear? Rich Goranski tried to kill himself by setting fire to the Dillinger’s house #richgoranski

Replied to 🌟 zoe 🌟 ’s tweet: wtf why did everyone change…

Frank N. Furter 💦:

apparently theyre gonna cremate whats left of his body like… yikes

Replied to Ellen Scott’s tweet: Didn’t you hear? Rich...

The Narrator:

hey do you guys remember that one doctor who ep where corpses pled to not be cremated or

Replied to Frank N. Furter 💦 ’s tweet: apparently theyre gonna…

Amber Von Tussle:

Um excuse me can we please talk about substance abuse??? #richgoranski

Replied to 🌟 zoe 🌟 ’s tweet: wtf why did everyone…

Marc de Lafoutloud:

…??? Wtf???? You dont even go here??????

Replied to Amber Von Tussle’s tweet: Um excuse me can we…

Jenna Rolan:

HE WASNT HIGH THO

Replied to Amber Von Tussle’s tweet: Um excuse me can we…

Maria(h) Lewis 🍑:

Okay yeah I was wondering bc ppl kept saying that he was high and rich doesnt usually do that type of shit?

RT Jenna Rolan’s tweet: HE WASNT HIGH THO

Chloe Valentine:

like

literally nobody asked maria 😒

Replied to Maria(h) Lewis 🍑 ’s tweet: Okay yeah I was wonder…

Amber Von Tussle:

What?? Really??? You’re sure???

Replied to Jenna Rolan’s tweet: HE WASNT HIGH THO

Jenna Rolan:

Yess!! @whattheheckido told me that Rich hadn't touched anything, no drugs or alcohol at all!!

Replied to Amber Von Tussle’s tweet: What?? Really??? You’re sure???

Justin time haha:

ya he was p careful about not doing anything it was weird he was twitchy????

RT Jenna Rolan’s tweet: Yess!! @whattheheckido told me...

Moritz Stiefel:

OKAY B U T DID YOU KNOW THAT HE TRIED TO SELL ME DRUGS ONCE SAYING THAT ID BE COOLER OR SOMETHING

Replied to Jenna Rolan’s tweet: HE WASNT HIGH THO

Thea Zaken:

im sorry, who are you?

RT Moritz Stiefel’s tweet: OKAY B U T DID YOU KNOW…

🌟 zoe 🌟 :

wtf

Replied to Moritz Stiefel’s tweet: OKAY B U T DID YOU KNOW...

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Jackie boiiiiiiiiiiiii:

HAH JAKES PARTY SURE WAS L I T #whokeepsYOURflame

davey:

Shut the fuck up jack

Replied to Jackie boiiiiiiiiiiiii's tweet: HAH JAKES PARTY SURE...

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roxie <3:

my heart goes out to rich and jake's families pls show them all the support you can!! <33333333 #richgoranski #jakedillinger

Velma Kelly ⭐:

youre so fucking fake

RT roxie <3's tweet: my heart goes out to...

roxie <3:

excuse me????

RT Velma Kelly ⭐ 's tweet: youre so fucking fake

Alana Beck:

Hey guys, please don't fight. We should be supporting each other and standing in solidarity in these trying times.

RT roxie <3's tweet: excuse me????

Velma Kelly ⭐ :

youre fake too

RT Alana Beck's tweet: Hey guys, please don't fight…

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Kat Plum:

the real question is tho: why did he burn down jakes house??? #richgoranski #jakedillinger #whokeepsYOURflame

Daniela Burns 💋:

A little birdie told me that hes gay for jake and got flat out rejected so he burned his house down in revenge

But you didnt hear it from me

Replied to Kat Plum’s tweet: the real question is tho:...

Carla Dacal 🌻:

no me diga...

Replied to Daniela Burns 💋 ’s tweet: A little birdie told me…

Maureen Johnson:

are you telling me he’s a flaming homosexual because #same

Replied to Daniela Burns 💋 ’s tweet: A little birdie told me…

Maureen Johnson:

i mean i’m super bi, actually but whatev you get what i mean

Replied to Maureen Johnson’s tweet: are you telling me he’s…

Daniela Burns 💋 :

NO ME DIGA

RT Maureen Johnson’s tweet: are you telling me he's…

Maureen Johnson:

literally i've been out for months

Replied to Daniela Burns 💋 ’s tweet: NO ME DIGA

Carla Dacal 🌻 : 

OMG CONGRATS

RT Maureen Johnson’s tweet: literally i’ve been out…

Kat Plum:

and you didnt tell me??? wth I thought we were friends

Replied to Maureen Johnson’s tweet: literally i've been out…

Maureen Johnson:

YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU KAT YOU LITERALLY MET MY GIRLFRIEND

RT to Kat Plum’s tweet: and you didnt tell me?...

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Westerburg High School:

With heavy hearts, we regret to inform you that Heather Chandler was found dead this morning. #heatherchandler

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a/n: ...why was i so obsessed with the word ‘fuck’???