#it's my first eposette fic

[whorejolras]

update: i'm plotting out the rest of the fic 🫶🏻 i'm into it

what are some fake dating tropes the people wanna see?

oh yeah i found a fake dating eposette fic i wrote in 2016 that i never finished haha

[permets-tu-not-permettez-vous]

Citizens. I started writing an Eposette fic where Cosette is a high school English teacher at a new school where Eponine teaches shop and they meet when Cosette’s car isn’t starting and Eponine offers to help. 

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

Deleted Scene: The Heart of the Matter

Opening scene: les Amis have just had their first meeting since Grantaire was cursed.

“That could have gone better,” Éponine says as she shuts the door to the door to the second floor behind her.

“But it also could have gone worse,” Cosette reminds her.  

Already settled grumpily on the sofa in front of the fire, Grantaire remains silent.

Cosette seems to survey the room.  “Cupcakes?  I’m thinking cupcakes.”

“There should be some dough in the fridge for fresh bread,” Grantaire grunts.

“Cupcakes and bread, then.”  With that, Cosette is off.  

Éponine thinks that if she brewed potions and stewed drinks all day the way her wife does, she’d probably be sick of the kitchen, but Cosette seems to thrive on her ability to put people at ease with her culinary skills; in any case, Éponine isn’t about to argue.

Turning back to the lump on their sofa, she sighs.  “It really wasn’t that bad.”

“Just the beginning of forever.”

She rolls her eyes.  “Drama-queen.”

“You’re not the one who has to live it.”

“I’m not the one who got my ass cursed.  And anyway, you haven’t even tried to break it.”

“Because it’s pointless.”

“Because you’re a pessimistic asshole.”

A knock comes at the door, and the crispness of each rap makes it immediately clear exactly who it is.

“Am I now?”  He rolls onto his side.  “One guess as to who that’s for.”

Failing to fully suppress her sigh, Éponine turns and opens the door to a startled-looking blond revolutionary.  “Enjolras,” she says, her voice a tired imitation of enthusiasm.  “What a surprise.”

“Éponine,” Enjolras nods.  “Is Grantaire in?”

She opens the door wider in wordless response.

“Grantaire?”  The blond takes a tentative step past Éponine.  Shutting the door behind him, she crosses her arms and leans back against it.

A long hiss of air sounds from the sofa before a mess of inky curls appears over its back, glowing with the light from the fire.  “Present and accounted for.”  

The gap that an over-the-top title would usually fill is painfully evident, and Éponine tries not to flinch at it.  A quick glance at Enjolras’s face tells her little: his expression is stoney, mouth pinched and nostrils flaring.

“You were very quiet tonight.”  A silence follows, as if Enjolras expects Grantaire to volunteer a response or an explanation; to Enjolras’s credit, under different circumstances Éponine thinks Grantaire would absolutely jump at the opportunity to offer an empty comment or criticism.  “Is everything all right?”

She can practically hear the diatribe of empty questions and answers Grantaire would normally pose, the verbal waltz he might perform to fill up the quiet.  Instead, the silence continues, and Enjolras turns back to Éponine with a crease between his brows.  

“Éponine,” he asks in a furtive tone, “what’s happening?”

Her gaze flickers between the blond and the couch several times before she sighs, uncrossing her arms and pushing herself off the door.  “How do you take your tea?”

Past Enjolras she can see Grantaire’s head pop up over the sofa, eyes narrowing at her.  She shrugs in response, moving toward the kitchen and pressing a kiss to her wife’s cheek between filling up and starting the kettle.  

“Have a seat, Ép’ll be right out,” her doting, brilliant, over-accommodating wife calls suddenly without looking up from her batter.

Éponine looks through the window into the living room to see Enjolras still frozen by the front door.  He looks up at Éponine now, who sighs.  “Sit down, I’ll be just a minute.”

When she does return, she sees that he’s settled into her usual armchair, leaving her to choose between taking Cosette’s rocking chair or squeezing next to the lump that is her best friend on the sofa.  She opts for the latter, placing the tray of tea and accessories on the coffee table and settling onto the side of the sofa adjacent to Enjolras.

She makes her chamomile in silence and blatantly ignores whatever ritual Enjolras goes through to prepare his.  Behind him, Éponine can see Cosette raising a pointed eyebrow at her, a warning and a reminder that the blond has no malicious part in any of this.

Refilling her tea, Éponine ventures into the abyss.  “You might have noticed that R’s a bit…”

“Quiet?”

“Selectively nonverbal.”  She’s extremely aware that they’re talking about someone who is right next to them, but given his apparent disinterest in speaking up she has no choice but to address the revolutionary in the room.  “He recently encountered some difficulties.”

“Difficulties,” Enjolras repeats.

“In his travels.”  In his bar crawls.  And to be honest, he deserves it—though relating the particulars to Enjolras doesn’t seem conducive to productive discussion.

His attention remains on her, discerning and wary.  “What kinds of difficulties?”

Again, she waits for Grantaire to volunteer an answer.  When none comes, she’s forced to provide her own.  “He crossed paths with an unlike mind, and this unlike mind decided that a curse might change Grantaire’s tune.”

Enjolras’s eyes widen, brows raising.  Grantaire has waxed poetic about how expressive his ‘golden god’s’ eyes are, and though Éponine will always and forevermore roll her own eyes at any and all of the praise her drunken friend reaps on the leader, she will privately begrudgingly admit that this one quality holds true.

“He was cursed?”  

Grantaire shifts beside her and snorts almost unnoticeably.  She narrowly resists the urge to smack his legs—it was his dumb ass that got himself into this situation in the first place.  And anyway, he can talk, she shouldn’t have to answer for him anyway.

“Yeah.”

“Does he know how to break it?” Enjolras asks, jaw set determinedly.  “Cosette’s shop has a cursebreaker, has he conferred with them?”

Something metal hits the kitchen floor, and Grantaire jerks beside Éponine as she stares blankly at the man in front of her.  “Do you—” she begins.  “What is it, exactly, that you think Grantaire does for a living?”

Enjolras blinks several times.  “Is...is he an artist?”

Grantaire snorts derisively into the couch cushions, and this time Éponine has no qualms swatting at the man.

“No.”  Perhaps she should expand on the answer—it’d certainly be the polite thing to do.  

It’d also be polite to know the first thing about the business partner of the person who lets them use her shop’s backroom for their political club meetings.

“Grantaire does know how to break the curse, to answer your original question.”

Enjolras’s countenance shifts from pure discomfort to only moderate.  “That’s excellent.  What does he need?”

The answer is on the tip of her tongue, but Cosette is still busy with whatever she’s making, and Grantaire is still busy being a stubborn bastard.

“He needs a boyfriend.”  

Enjolras looks startled.  “A what?”  

“A what?” Grantaire repeats, glaring from where he’s finally jerked upright.

“Or girlfriend.  Partner.”  Éponine smiles sweetly.  “The warlock told Grantaire that no one could stand his sharp tongue for even a week, and that if he could keep a partner for seven days the spell would be broken.”  

She catches Grantaire looking past her at Cosette, but whatever he finds there must not be sympathetic because his expression only sours.  

“What a pointless spell,” Enjolras sniffs.  “How long ago was this?”

It’s been four days since Grantaire spilled into the apartment surprisingly early for an evening out spewing a stream of oddly specific profanity.  “Today’s Sunday, I guess he got cursed...Thursday?”

“Wednesday,” Grantaire corrects, cross.  

That’ll teach him to play complacent in his own life.

“So you should be better by next week.”

Éponine’s head jerks back to the blond, eyebrows raised.  “What makes you say that?”

“That was Wednesday, and he only needs to date someone for a week.”  It’s stated like his conclusion is obvious.

Whatever Grantaire might have been planning to say is abruptly cut off.  

“He’s single.”

Enjolras looks back and forth between the two warily.  “Why?”

Grantaire is magnanimously allowed the opportunity to answer this one for himself.  “Haven’t found anyone who quite fits the criteria,” he explains through a tight smile.

Pointedly looking at Enjolras, Éponine waits for the blond to offer his services; he’s always the first to volunteer when his friends need help with anything within his realm of capabilities (and more than a few that fall outside), and the man’s continued silence is becoming rather puzzling.  It briefly crosses her mind that, for all of Grantaire’s dramatics, he could be right about Enjolras’s disdain for him…

But no, that’s definitely a blush rising to the leader’s cheeks.  Grantaire’s just an idiot.

“Enjolras, you’re single, aren’t you?”  Cosette’s musical voice rings from the kitchen as she removes something from the oven, and Éponine falls in love with her wife all over again.

“I am, but—”

Éponine nearly has them where she wants them.  “Grantaire, do you think you could make it through a week of dating Enjolras?”

Taking on a determined set, the man’s expression looks poised and ready to make Éponine regret this entire encounter.

“Let me rephrase that: is there a possibility that Enjolras could help you break your curse?”

Foiled, Grantaire’s eyes dart toward the fireplace as his mouth puckers.  “Perhaps.”

Éponine pushes an unexpected wave of delight back for later.  “Great, then it’s settled.  Your first date’s tomorrow.  Enjolras, Grantaire will text you the details.”  She rises, a cue for the blond to get the hell out of her home.

Sparing a backward glance for the lump on the sofa as he’s crowded out of the room, Enjolras quickly takes his somewhat baffled leave.  As soon as he’s out the door, Éponine locks it, sinking against it in relief.

“What the fuck was that?” Grantaire accuses.

“You’re welcome.”

“That’s not even my curse!”

Éponine rolls her eyes, making her way across the room to her now-abandoned seat.  “Of course it’s not, but now he has a week to realize that he’s totally in love with you before he puckers up.”

Sinking into the couch and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes, Grantaire groans.  “The man doesn’t even realize I’m the house cursebreaker here.”

Éponine’s expression falls flat.  “Yes, well, that is a minor setback.”

“An oversight, really,” Cosette offers as she finally makes her way into the living room.  “Cupcakes are cooling.”

“I’d call you a saint, but you denied me three times before the sun rose in the sky.”

The woman shrugs.  “Peter’s a saint all the same.  And Éponine’s only trying to help.”

That might be giving her a little too much credit (it definitely is), but Éponine’s not about to correct Cosette when she’s already won this round.  “Look, either it works or it doesn’t.”

“And if it doesn’t, Enjolras will hate us forever and never talk to me again for lying to him.”

Éponine huffs.  “That’s kind of your deal, though: you didn’t lie to him.  You physically can’t until you get ‘true love’s kiss’ or whatever.”

Still, her guts twists in sympathy at Grantaire’s words: extensive trial and error proved that it doesn’t matter if it’s true if Grantaire thinks it is, and apparently he truly believes that Enjolras will despise him for this dishonesty.

“‘Until someone loves your true self,’” he quotes, shaking his head.  “What a load of absolute over-literal horseshit.”

Éponine nods in agreement, but Cosette hums thoughtfully into her tea.  “But you think he can break the curse.”

Grantaire’s head jerks up.  “What?”

“I heard it too,” Éponine grins.  “You think there’s a possibility that he could break it.”

Her friend reddens.  “I said that it could perhaps happen.”

“Which is to say, you’re amenable.”  Rocking back in her chair, Cosette takes a long sip of tea.  “Fairytale curses require two-way love, and I know you know that because you’re the one who taught me it.”

The cynic makes a disgruntled mumble.

“If you’re saying ‘perhaps,” the potion master continues, “that means that, supposing our Fearless Leader does fall for you, you already trust yourself to play your part.”

Grantaire grumbles again before flipping back onto his side.

“You know what I love the most about honest Grantaire?” Éponine asks Cosette broadly.  “He can keep his truths to himself if he wants, but it’s been at least four days since he’s told us he hates us.”

Gasping dramatically, Cosette conspiratorially leans her chair in toward the sofa.  “Could it be?  Grantaire,  is it possible that you love and adore us?”  

More unintelligible sounds.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Éponine goads.

“You two are—”  The words seem to catch in his throat, the effort to catch them before they’re released into the world visible on Grantaire’s face.  “—relentless,” he seems to finally decide.

“‘Relentless,’” Cosette repeats, looking up at Éponine.

“I can do ‘relentless.’”

“‘Relentless’ sounds idyllic.”

“Adding it to the resume next time I’m at my laptop.”

A blanket is pulled back over Grantaire’s face, and the rest of the evening is met by incoherent grumbling from the mound on the sofa until Cosette and Éponine go to bed for the night.

The rest of the fic is featured here.

[ellasadventuresinfandoms]

Okay, back in May @isolatedphenomenon asked me if I had an les mis fic recs and I went "oh boy do I !" and then promptly fucked off and disappeared from tumblr for like 6 months...

Anyway on the off chance people are interested, here is my vastly too long list of  my favourite les mis fanfic (that I'm almost 100% sure I'll have accidentally missed some of my favourites off of...)

The vast majority of these are main pairing Enjolras/Grantaire, so I've put those first, divided into multi-chaptered and then one-shots. Below that will be other pairings!

Multi-chaptered

• Witch Boy Series : magic AU, starting with Grantaire solving Enjolras' curse - this is just Incredible world building which gets better as it goes on - my favourite is the Babet interlude

• World Ain't Ready : you know how fandoms tend to have a fic that is just associated with it ? in my experience, for les mis this is it - and well deserved ! High school, fake dating AU with some of the most engaging writing

• BE : Enjolras is dragged back into theatre production, helping Eponine put on a production of Hamlet - really love the characterisation in this, and this is really one of those modern AUs that actually feels like real life - really good writing

• After the End : the definitive apocalypse AU in my eyes - les amis are an underground resistance to the dystopian government - really wonderful characterisation of Grantaire and the amis

• You never have to wonder; you never have to ask. : I tend to find fic by scrolling through bookmarks of a pairing, which means I often see repeats; this is a fic that if I see I just re-read cause I know I'll enjoy it - the amis sparked a failed rebellion, and now 18 months later Grantaire ends up staying at Enjolras' after returning to Paris for Marius and Cosette's wedding

• Your Heart on Your Skin : Soulmate AU with flower tattoos marking important emotions and events - wonderful concept and world building 

• Impatient to Be Free : Daughters of Bilitis AU - if that doesn't make you excited I don't know what else to say to convince you (aside from saying the author is a simply wonderful writer)

• You Dance Dreams : Okay. Not to be over dramatic, but this fic did genuinely qualitatively change my life, in that it was the first thing that got me looking up contemporary ballet and now that's like one of my favourite things and big hobby So. Also its really great writing; music/creative arts school les amis with Grantaire choreohraphing the ballet for Combeferre's opera, with a heavy emphasis on Grantaire realising he really never actually got over Enjolras

• philia : this one is an absolute classic to me, but not given nearly enough recognition - one of the more realistic college AUs ever written, and the writing of Grantaire is so good because it hits the perfect balance of sympathy and annoyance about his behaviour (that's a genuine compliment) 

• Coffee Hooligans : fucking tragedy this never got properly finished, Enjolras leads the amis as social justice vigilantes and tries to hide the criminal bits of his life from R

• Fighting the Hurricane : Pacific Rim AU that's less an AU and more just placing the les mis characters in the Pacific Rim universe. Really good and riveting read, also super interesting depiction of Grantaire

• Weaving Olden Dances : Fairy AU - Grantaire "claims" Enjolras to prevent his execution - really good writing, love Grantaires characterisation 

• Paris Burning : canon era (sort of) where cities have a physical being - Grantaire is Paris and becomes entangled in Enjolras' revolution - oh the world building is truly *chefs kiss*

• Euphoria is You For Me : Enjolras and Grantaire keep meet cuting in a wonderfully written Brooklyn - feels like a love letter to Brooklyn at times, and I really like the characterisation of Grantaire 

• so please just fall in love with me this christmas : Enjolras works for the environmental company Grantaire volunteers at, and keeps getting secret gifts at Christmas - I sound a little like a broken record but the Grantaire characterisation is very good

• You Are the Moon : Wild West esque Space AU - Grantaire has to call on the amis to help rescue Valjean and Cosette, despite Grantaire leaving the amis 6 months before. On re-reading the Enjolras characterisation feels a little rushed, but overall fantastic story telling and the Grantaire arc is a Delight 

• Pandemos : Enjolras is aphrodite, and seeks peace from all his suitors in R/Hephestus' cave

• Pining for You : Hallmark christmas romance - Grantaire returns home to work on his father's tree farm, and Enjolras is the lawyer helping prevent the farm being sold - cute as shit imo

• Once We're Kings : Fantasy AU - a country hosts a ball to marry Prince Enjolras and the rival country sends Grantaire as a fuck you - one of the best ways of doing Enjolras as a prince in a fantasy and just really nicely written

• Never Bitter and All Delicious : Fairy Godmother AU - yes really, yes its genuinely a very good read

• On One Condition : Fantasy AU - Enjolras is a bored knight who finally goes to check out the local dragon, which turns out to be Grantaire - I really like how they capture Enjolras' stubborn nature and it's such a well written soft growth of love between them

• That's How Easy Love Can Be : Les Amis work at a primary school; and its secret santa time! very fun portrayal of Enjolras

• The Lark and Her Lieutenants : re write of canon where Cosette is the leader of the revolution - just *chefs kiss*

• If You Tickle Us, Do We Not Laugh : Grantaire is Enjolras' secret android - really good at writing a relationship that's incredibly loving but just keeps being antagonistic and coming off wrong 

One Shots

• True Colours : AU where you leave colours on the people important to you - Enjolras and Grantaire falling for each other is so soft and gently written its lovely, this is genuinely one of my favourites

• Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right : this one is so good to me, because it builds off my pet hatred of everyone assuming Enjolras doesn't care about (or at least actively show he cares about) his friends

• blooming : very soft post-dystopian utopia that has just a really wonderful sense of hope and light to me

• and the wall leaned away (or: The Pros and Cons of Tilling) : perfectly realised characterizations of the amis, Grantaire needs a date to her final year art exhibition - deals with anxiety over protest in a way that actually hits for me

• not just one of the crowd : R helps run a leftist bakery and bike repair shop - very cute characterisation, and I think more les mis fanfic should link to anarchist essays

• Lovesickness : Enjolras is an idiot and thinks he's sick rather than having a crush - the writing of Joly and Combeferre in this is some of my favourite depictions of these two

• If there's a rocket, tie me to it : absolutely heartbreaking sci-fi AU about the amis as doomed mecha pilots

• Where I Fall is Where I Land : Enjolras is a Roman commander as Rome's power is leaving England, and then meets the pict Grantaire (+ fun soulmark stuff !)

• You Started Foreign to Me : Enjolras moves to america and R is the overnight grocery clerk who helps her learn Spanish - cute fluffy lesbians with a wonderfully written driven Enjolras

• Love Is Touching Souls : very cute soulmate AU - and one I really love for really truly considering the implications of soul marks and creating historical lore around it

• Ten Years : R is a musician, and it non-linearly charts his relationship to Enj from high school to 10 years later

• put up with me then I'll make you see : Grantaire lives above Enjolras, and its christmas - I find it to have a very fun interpretation of pining Enjolras

• A Cat Called Trash Can : this was one of the first les mis fics I ever read (yes I know it says it was published in 2020, but I think it has to be a re-upload or something?) and it does still have a special place in my heart - Grantaire rescues a cat, but Enjolras is the only one with an apartment free to look after it 

• Still I'm Begging to Be Free : inception AU where les amis have to rescue a sleeping R from his own brain

•I'm in it for You : cw: illness, cancer - R has cancer and is being a martyr about telling his friends so Enjolras drives him back from chemo

• walls come tumbling down : sky high au - a very good high school AU with the perfect level of campy superhero powers

• This brave new world's not like yesterday : Enjolras needs a job, so ends up working in a bowling alley with Grantaire and bonding

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

• In Defiance of All Geometry : les amis are a student co-op house, Enjolras and Combeferre are pining friends and Grantaire is the newbie

• Still the Same : this is very good writing and very compelling - if you can get over the (imo) plot hole of Enjolras working for the FBI. R was an art thief Enj put away and is briefly helping the FBI out, and Combeferre is Enjolras' husband

• To Kingdom Come : cw: war and PTSD from that, Enjolras and Combeferre are part of a group of refugees that have crossed into a more fantasy land, and Grantaire is a lone traveller from that land that attempts to help - that was a shit summary of this very emotional, wonderfully written fic about war and love in all forms

• Gonna need (a spark to ignite) : I always love a twist on a classic trope, and this is a very fun take on the soulmate AU - Enjolras loses feeling in his soul mark as a child, falls in love with Grantaire and then his soulmate, Combeferre, turns up

Eponine/Cosette

• Pretty Girls Don't Know the Things That I Know : simply stunning writing - perfect example of soft writing about a harsh world

• she knows her way around : Eponine and Cosette bond, ostensibly so Eponine can find out about her for Marius, and their interactions are so playful and realistic, its wonderful

• always find me floating on oceans : Cosette stows away on Eponine's pirate ship - I do always have a soft spot for eposette fics (not just cause I ship it) because they truly characterise Cosette in a really considered and interesting way

• There's No Making Love : I'm putting this under eposette even though there is some significant enjolras/grantaire content, because the Cosette characterisation is so fun and cute

• round and round again : this fic really beautifully translates Cosette's bad childhood and then isolated teenage years, and the impact that would have on her as an adult into a modern AU

• Underwater Thunderheards : this is based off the book The Scorpio Races, and is just a really nice short fic  about longing

• How To Change The World Without Taking Power : Marius has a crush on Cosette and she's tried being polite and subtle in turning him down, so just ends up fake dating Eponine instead

• blood red fruit and poison's kiss : Snow White AU - Cosette as Snow White

• The Winters Cannot Fade Her : Snow White Au 2.0 - Eponine as Snow White - this was written as a pair to the one above which is just so cute to me

• marriage à la mode : Cosette and Eponine run a bridal shop together and it's very cute !

• Temporary Hold : I personally find this a really fun and very unique take on Cosette - with exams coming up she decides she needs to get laid on the reg and so hits up Eponine to act as if they're already long term girlfriends

Combeferre/Courfeyrac

• better than you had it : fake dating but kick it up an emotional notch - Courf and Ferre pretend to still be together after breaking up for a family event

• take flight, come near : nice and cute low fantasy, where Combeferre runs a dragon sanctuary and Courf finds an injured dragon

Rare Pairs

• The Future's Owned by You and Me : cute Enjolras/Feuilly with actual radical politics and real life organising difficulties and wins

• First Dates and Other Dangers : Combeferre and Grantaire agree to go on a blind date and it's awkward until it isn't - just cute !

• after midnight : Combeferre has insomnia and meets Grantaire in various all night fast food chains

• as you are : Bahorel and Jehan getting ready together

• Almost Romantic : Jehan works at a museum, and takes Combeferre on a little tour

• Understudy : Jehan/Combeferre, with Combeferre's insecurities regarding being seen as second best to Enjolras

• Here There Be Dragons : Courf/Enj/Ferre - Courf and Enj are superheroes and Ferre is the doctor that patches them up

• To Let it Occur (Laisser Faire la Nature) : Feuilly has a stupidly long stopover in Paris and meets Enjolras

• rule of three : Courf/Enj/Ferre as spies and loving boyfriends

• Good Rhetoric : snapshots of cute cuddly courf/enj/ferre

• subluxate, dislocate, replace : found family and chronic illness with Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta

• Strike stone, strike home (like lightning) : so this fic took one minor piece of lore about Tolkien's dwarves and made a beautiful j/b/m fic from it

• Almost Inevitable : Bahorel/Feuilly friends-with-benefits

• god only knows (what I'd be without you) : Bahorel/Feuilly with a closeted Feuilly and a beautiful Feuilly and Eponine friendship

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

tagged by @gemsofthegalaxy thank you v much this one is so fun!!!

"Copy the first few lines of your last ten fics, note any fun observations, then tag a few more friends."

I’m deciding to go for all WIPs in the hope that one of these will spark joy and I’ll start writing again

tagging @aromantic-enjolras @p-trichor @vamillepudding @a-rose-remembered @lessnearthesun @earthbound-in-doubt and anyone else who sees and wants to join in!

1. Untitled mob au

“Enjolras wonders, when his morning alarm starts going off, why he keeps setting said alarm for six am, when he knows he isn’t going to get out of bed at that time.”

He used to be able to, but he’s found it a lot more difficult since- 

Grantaire, beside him, groans into his pillow. “Turn that fucking alarm off,” he grumbles, hand reaching blindly out for Enjolras. 

(If I’m going to start a fic with established ExR you best believe it’s gonna have so much domestic fluff in it)

2. The completely ridiculous Dancing with the Stars AU I unironically considered for a while

Courfeyrac, predictably, laughs for roughly three minutes when Enjolras tells him. Enjolras knows it’s three minutes, more or less, because he alternates between giving Courfeyrac an unamused stare and checking his watch, while he waits for him to stop losing his shit.

(yeah, I don’t know if I could live with myself after this one, folks...)

3. ExR Friends to FWB to lovers 

The first time- As is the case with most things for the two of them- it starts with an argument. 

It’s-Well, technically, the meeting hadn’t ended when the two of them started yelling at each other from across the table- But for the sake of time Grantaire will call it the end of the meeting.

(I miiiight use this if the Take My Hand Big Bang runs again this year who knows)

4. ExR aromantic Enjolras (who doesn’t know he’s aro yet) 

Eponine leaves her bike abandoned against the wall after skidding to a stop outside Bahorel’s apartment building. She takes the stairs two at a time and knocks frantically on the front door until it opens. Bahorel and Jehan are standing in the doorway, both looking supremely concerned. 

(It’s a 500 Days of Summer au with non linear narrative so this is like day 290 or something)

5. Hunger Games AU

“We’re all very excited to have you on board,” the Head Game Maker tells him as he leads him through the plain white corridors of the Game Makers headquarters, “Some of our most talented Game Makers retired after the success of last year’s games, going out on a high note, you understand. We’re very much looking forward to getting a fresh perspective from some of our newer recruits.” 

(this AU is going to be long but I am determined)

6. Eposette Killing Eve au

It’s a sunny day in Vienna, and Eponine is sitting under the shade of a restaurant parasol, enjoying an ice cream sundae. 

(maybe when the final season comes out I’ll finally have the motivation to write this. Maybe not. Probably not tbh)

7. JBM travelling Europe fic 

"Okay, I know it's maybe a bit late for me to ask," Grantaire asks as they walk through Gare de Lyon, "But are you sure about this?"

Bossuet adjusts his rucksack, wincing when the straps dig into his shoulders. "You know, your total lack of faith in me is kind of insulting."

(this would be cute as fuck tbh)

8. Eposette band au

“I need a favour.” 

Cosette can always count on her brother to be straight to the point. She sets her watering can down on the tiny balcony table and pushes her phone more securely under her ear. “What’s up?” 

(ok so I was listening to a lot of Maneskin and then I was like u know what Eponine deserves to play the bass and here we were.........)

9. Time loop au 

It’s 10.33pm on the night of Grantaire’s 30th birthday, and he’s in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror.

(I have SO much of this written and then I abandoned it because I SUCK)

10. Jehan/Courfeyrac get together fic

“Okay, and I think that’s time for today,” Enjolras looks at his watch, then glances at Combeferre for confirmation, who nods. “Unless anyone has anything to add?”

(lol this is not a compelling opening line)

[aromantic-enjolras]

ExR, Eposette and Bahorel/Feuilly for ship asks!

My problem with shipping: Almost all of my ships are Shrödinger ships, to a certain point. I both ship it and don't ship it. But I'll try my best!

ExR:

What made you ship it?

There are so many fics about them that it's pretty easy to find some who are really, really, really good. And I'm a sucker for a well-written fic.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I really enjoy the way some people use it to explore how Enjolras as an actual human being would be a really flawed person, and the way he contrasts with Grantaire makes him a good counterpoint. Also, the Frienemies to Lovers dynamic most people go for is really fun to read.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

HAHAHAHAHAA OH IS THERE, I WONDER

I mean, apart from the obvious one on the url of this blog, one very unpopular opinion I have about this ship is that the way most people write them, with them being in love almost against their better judgment and having explosive fights all the time... they wouldn't last a WEEK. It would be one of those relationships that is great at first, but would be impossible to maintain over time. Love is not enough, people. You need compatibility. And those two are Not Compatible.

Also, a lot of Grantaires out there are downright creepy.

Why don’t you ship it?

See last answer. Also, Enjolras is aromantic, thank you very much.

What would have made you like it?

Either mellowing down their personality traits a lot (making Enjolras a lot less intense about Revolution and Grantaire a lot more functional), or having them be older and implying they have worked through their issues before getting together. You might have noticed, every ExR I've ever written has them getting together in their late twenties to early thirties... That's not a coincidence.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

Oh, absolutely! This ship has spurred so much good fic and so much good art. Even if I didn't ship it at all (and I kinda do, in the right context), I would appreciate it just for that reason.

I'll do the rest later, okay? ^^

[vivalamusaine]

Could I ask for some canon era eposette? Just,,,them being happy together and gardening.... yeah <3.... it's okay if you'd prefer not to of course! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you! This is so well timed, I've been on such a canon era fic kick lately and I'm always happy to indulge in some eposette. My girls deserve more content at all times. <3

As the days clouded over by degrees, Eponines visits became a welcomed habit to Cosette's daily routine.

She would take a stroll in the garden, and the girl would be there. At first she stayed hidden and watching, but Cosette was not so easily fooled, and she knew of her there immediately, and she treated her presence as one might treat a street cat that one wanted to pet but did not want to scare away.

She took part in the rouse, pretending not to see her, and would hum a little song she hoped would seem welcoming. She would talk to her flowers and the vines and ask them questions that were not meant for the flora, but for the girl hiding behind them. Each day that passed she became braver with her pursuits, and more obvious with who she was aiming her queries to.

It took two weeks of this slow and gradual and strange one way conversation for Eponine to eventually emerge from behind the cloak of vines and gates. Cosette had never shined brighter than when she was finally greeted with her as though she was an old friend. In Eponine, there was hesitance and fear, but Cosette had met this with kindness and ease, until they had reached a point that one might call comfortable.

Eponine had not only relaxed into the role of a welcomed guest, but had allowed Cosette a place in her heart. It was curious how it had softened her, and given peace within all aspects of her life. In Cosette's garden, there was light, and colour, and food to share without expectation of a debt.

And there was Cosette.

Perhaps the most curious part is how Cosette became a need for Eponine as much as eating, or drinking, or breathing. Each time she found herself beside her she felt new life bloom beneath her chest. Love had taken hold and freed her from something she had not known had shackled her.

It was terrifying to think that she could go without light, or food, but she could no longer be without Cosette. It plagued her mind to wonder if Cosette would fair without her or if she had merely concocted the connection within her mind out of survival.

One afternoon, Eponine was lazing in the sun, leaning slightly against Cosette, as she hummed a soft tune and untangled a rough nest in her hair, removing the mess and replacing it with braids, placing flowers into her curls as she went. Her fingers brushed against her neck and lingered slightly when she had finished. For once it was Cosette who hesitated, and before Eponine could comprehend the touch, she felt a warm peck be placed on top of her head.

Eponine stiffened at the motion, before melting completely into it, knowing that she had become a necessity within Cosette's garden, just as she had within her heart.

[buffintruder]

I was tagged by @arofili, thanks! Would it really be the end of the year if not for self-promo-y fanfic writing ask games. This ask isn’t really centered around the past year, but I’m going to be answering some questions specifically for this year because why not

Name: Chi Chi, and I’m also Buffintruder on ao3

Fandoms: I am definitely am not the kind of person that sticks to one fandom to write fic in, but this year, I’ve written the most fma fics so I guess that’s my biggest one. Second place goes to Bartimaeus

Where you post: pretty much only ao3, but if you look through the ‘my writing’ tag on my tumblr, there’s a couple short things I haven’t posted on ao3 there

Most Popular One-shot: Both for this year and of all time, Reunion is my most popular one shot (the Untamed from Lan Sizhui’s pov). Which is ironic because it originally was a tumblr post that I only put on ao3 because it got so popular and i figured why not

Most Popular Multichap: For the longest time, Angus McDonald and the Case of the Soul Stealer was the top fic in every way, and it still holds enough weight to win the most popular multichaptered fic I’ve ever written, but just counting this year’s stats, my canon era Greedling fic Truth In the Eye of the Beholder wins

Favorite story you’ve written so far: the favorite story I’ve written this year is probably also Truth In the Eye of the Beholder. I worked very hard on it and am very pleased with how it turned out. It was also just generally a very fun process. I’m also just very proud of Quiet Heart, Hollow Body (a Guardian fic) because it’s the first romance thing I’ve ever written that I actually feel proud of

Fic you were nervous to post: For this year, probably my Solomon/Uraziel fic Perihelion. It was done for a fic exchange, so there’s already a bit of pressure to make it good because its for a specific person. Plus it was a romance which is not exactly my wheelhouse. Also I only had a month to finish it in and it ended up being almost 25k words long, so it did not go through nearly as much editing

How do you choose your titles: Uh... I either come up with the perfect title after lots of consideration (every once in a while), find a song lyric that works more or less alright (more and more this past year), or just pick up some sort of theme or concept that roughly summarizes the fic and sounds kind of cheesy but gets the point across well enough (like probably half my fics)

Do you outline: Ish? I tend to start writing a fic, then just jot down a few notes at the beginning of the doc when i come up with ideas that don’t fit the part I’m writing currently. If I’m working on a longer fic, I sometimes have a separate document for the outline which usually consists almost entirely of random notes for future plot or characterization I need to go back and add to the story plus a detailed timeline of when the events happen so I dont mix thing up

Complete: Almost all of my fics are complete, but not one Eposette fic that I posted the first chapter of and will most likely never finish (even though someone commented on it and inspired me for like a week to want to finish it..... rip)

In progress: The only fic that is currently incomplete on ao3 and I have actual plans of finishing is the Susan Sto Helit goes to Hogwarts fic. There isn’t a lot of overarching plot to it so I’m writing it as I go and I have a few more bits that I’ve started writing in that universe. I’ll get around to posting more eventually

Coming soon/not yet started: I’m just counting this as ‘coming soon to ao3′ because I really don’t want to think about the fics I want to write but haven’t started yet (but honestly, I just got pretty into Ace Attorney, and I think the next fic I start will probably be that)

I don’t know how soon I’ll finish any of these because I haven’t been writing a whole lot recently, but these fics I have closest to finishing. All of them are at the “i need to finish the last scene then do a bunch of editing and then it will be done” stage

1. An fma fic where Greed gets reincarnated when his soul floats off as he dies. Sort of outsider pov fic where he watches Ed give a lecture on human transmutation and gets his memories back

2. A Trobed Community fic from Frankie’s pov, basically 4 times Frankie heard about Troy and one time she actually met him

3. A Les Mis/Elisabeth crossover in which Grantaire flirts with the personification of Death. But like in a depressing way. (I actually was writing more of this before i stopped to do this prompt hah)

Prompts?: I’ve taken like.... two prompts this year that ended up being the same Bartimaeus cryptid au fic on ao3. I’m not against receiving prompts because who knows what might inspire me, and I’ve reblogged prompt memes a couple times, but generally I don’t do them a lot

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: My Lucifer au maybe?? It’s very far from being finished and I am not entirely sure if I’ll ever post it, but I’ve been thinking about it more recently and there really are things in it that I am very excited about so I hope I do manage to get it done

I tag @midnight-mismanagement  @gallus-rising @cirth-ithil @incognito-archon, if you want to !

[sentimentalspiders]

hello!! this is yacayaca from ao3, and for valentines day I'm sending valentines out to some of my favorite authors!!

So the first fic of yours I read was the light that comes from quiet eyes because I was reading through the tag, and it struck me so incredibly that I was thinking about it MONTHS later, and some sections stuck so well I would just say them aloud to myself sometimes. I'd rank it probably in my top five fics of all time?? I truly adore that fic.

more recently, I read hysterical light (I'm working up to commenting on that directly) despite never having seen the source material, and I loved that one almost as much--it's such an interesting premise (you write such good magic systems!!) and an incredible twist, the first time I read it I bookmarked it immediately and then reread it in the same sitting. I'm still getting around to finishing up everything, but I thought you should know I think you're a truly incredible writer, and happy valentines day!!

Oh my god?????????? You are the sweetest person in the entire world, I think?! First of all, what a kind and lovely thing to do--I am so appreciative of the fact that you took the time to write this out and send it to me. My lil Eposette fic is very dear to me and it is wild to think that it exists to anyone else honestly, and to the degree that it would stay with you like that? Inconceivable. Also the fact that you read Hysterical Light even ONE time without even being into the show just like. Blows me away. This absolutely made my day! If you ever want to, feel free to send me a pairing/prompt/etc and I'll write something for you. Happy Valentine's Day to you, as well!

[lesamis]

hey i was just wondering if you have any tips for writing relationships? is it different writing f/f and m/m ships? I dont really know anyone else who does both so I hope this is okay to ask

phew, that’s a pretty complex question! i'm not even really sure i’ve sorted through all of my own feelings about this, but here are some things i try to keep in mind: 

unless your fic specifically aims to explore gender, in any fictional relationship you’re setting up, individual personalities will probably take precedence over gender dynamics. as in, i personally try to think of my characters in terms of idiosyncracies first, and let those set up the relationship for me. what do these characters have in common? what sets them apart? what do they want? what attracts them? 

while i don’t think which gender dynamic you’re writing necessarily impacts the fictional relationship you end up depicting, i do think the work you, as a writer whose position and identity will inevitably influence your writing, have to do, will be impacted by this

what i mean by that isn’t so much the debate on whether or not it’s okay for you to write about an experience you yourself haven’t had (plenty of discourse to be had there), but that you’ll have to keep different things in mind depending on how familiar you are with the situations you’re describing.

for instance: while i think all of my fics are wildly personal, writing f/f fics will always hit home a little more for me, because a lot of the anxieties specifically about sexuality depicted in them are anxieties i’ve experienced. an eposette road trip fic i wrote this spring was probably the one where i most felt that i was specifically trying to write something wlw could see themselves in.

in consequence, i’ve been told (kindly, by a friend) that when i write m/m relationships, themes like mental health, self esteem, etc, which don’t discuss sexuality, are more prominent than those which do. such themes feature in my f/f works as well, but it was pointed out to me that any anxiety about sexuality seems absent from my m/m fics compared to my f/f ones. that’s important feedback for me to have, because i didn’t even know i was doing it - but i absolutely was, because i’ve never been a man attracted to men, and i shied away from exploring the anxieties surrounding that experience on instinct. that doesn’t in itself have to be a mistake or a problem to fix, but it is something for me to keep in mind if i want to write about different characters with empathy and understanding. 

long story short: i don’t think what gender your characters are needs to make a difference for the fictional relationship you’re depicting, but it will always make a difference for what blind spots you have as a writer & what you might want to work on. 

hope this helps a little bit? i’m sorry it’s a little long-winded, but this really is one of those questions i’ve been poring over for a long time as well, anon. 

[whorejolras]

🏅🧠🍰 for fic ask game!! 🥰

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing

I published my first fic!!!! and am super proud that it ended up being pwp lol here it is

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

oh definitely the "Obsessed Eposette AU" which at this point is just the song by Olivia Rodrigo and like two comments i've made about the idea on discord (and a million things i've said out loud to ella, and i could have sworn i made a post about it but can't find it anywhere?)

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

If i really wanted comfort I'd probably go for silence is the speech of love or good intentions

ask game 💖

[pan-de-queer]

Writing Masterlist

Arranged by fandoms with most number of works (ex: bechloe first, then supercorp, choices, etc.)! (Updated May 4, 2023)

(Fandoms: Pitch Perfect [Bechloe, Junksen]; Playchoices [Danni x F!MC, Katherine x MC, Maria x F!MC, F!Rory x F!MC]; CW’s Supergirl [Supercorp]; Les Miserables [Eposette], MCU [Scarlet Widow/WandaNat, Yelate/Bishova])

Bechloe

all my pieces fit with yours | ao3 | tumblr

Or: Beca's a single mom, Chloe sits next to them on the plane, and things get gay but not too noticeably gay (i think). 

[Single Mom AU, Different First Meeting AU]

Word Count: 3,119 [Complete]

before you, i was a puzzle i couldn’t solve | tumblr

Or: it’s a sequel to all my pieces fit with yours, Jesse finds out, and a lil reunion happens.

[Single Mom AU, Sequel to all my pieces]

Word Count: 2608 (1/?)

‘cause we work so well  | ao3 | tumblr

Or: They’re different, but they make it work, can be kind of maybe canon.

[Song Drabble, Part of the wishing for rain collection]

Word Count: 376 [Complete]

darkness hides from her eyes | ao3

Or: Scheming is done, Chloe is (slightly) oblivious, and Beca has her shit together. 

[Soulmate AU, Established Relationship, Sequel to to be so lost in love]

Word Count: 3,113 [Complete]

empires will come and go but i have found my kingdom in you | ao3 

Or: They have powers, Barden needs heroes, and Beca just might be one of them. 

[Superpowers AU, Superhero AU]

Word Count: 11,554 [On-going, hopefully, if i get my shit together]

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven | ao3 | tumblr

Or: Beca is reminiscing, Chloe is there with her, and a big thank you to Taylor Alison Swift for giving me the best birthday gift with this album drop.

[Fluff, Canon Divergence]

Word Count: 1,583 [Semi-complete]

how 3am turns into forever | ao3

Or: Beca is not-so-secretly soff for Chloe, Chloe falls fast, and it's fluff fest galore. 

[Fluff]

Word Count: 3,497 [it can be seen as complete or on-going idek]

if you ever loved somebody put your hands up | ao3 

Or: The five plus one times Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale use one another as a human pillow. 

[5+1 Prompt, Fluff]

Word Count: 2,305 [Complete]

i say you ‘cause it feels like home | ao3 

Or: It's fluff, there's almost no angst (or there is no angst??), and Beca's on a journey to find a place to call home.

[Fluff, Canon Divergence]

Word Count:  4,208 [Complete]

it's like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert | ao3 

Or: A collection of drabble fics, abandoned fics, and lots of Bechloe.

[Drabble Collection, Abandoned Fics, Prompts]

Word Count: 14,551 [Never ending, i guess]

kiss the cold away | tumblr

Or: There’s mistletoe, the Bellas don’t know their captains are dating, and it’s the pitchmas fic i’ve been hoping finished itself.

[Christmas AU, Established Bechloe, Fluff]

Word Count: 1,807 [Complete]

love is best the fifth time around | ao3 

Or: Pitch Perfect 2 is practically non-existent, Chloe is a lost supersenior, and Beca is still awkward as fuck.

[PP2 Rewrite, Chloe-centric]

Word Count: 6,030 [Complete]

love tastes like spring and blood | ao3 

Or: Beca's dying and she's not being dramatic, Chloe is confused, and lots of flower language is used.

[Hanahaki AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, TW for lots of blood and vomit, No Violence]

Word Count: 15,713 [Complete]

maybe i matter (because i knew you) | ao3 

Or: Beca realizes it first, Chloe deserves all the hugs, and it's another soulmate au (fite me).

[Soulmate AU, PP1 Rewrite, Canon Divergence]

Word Count: 10,011 [Complete]

my library is an archive of longings | ao3 

Or: Beca never met Chloe at the activities fair, Chloe is still a Bella, and libraries are the tits.

[Library AU, Different First Meeting AU]

Word Count: 4,405 [Complete]

ruined nights make for perfect first dates | ao3 

Or: Chloe gets stood up, lame ass excuses are made, and Beca (kind of) has game.

[Restaurant AU, Different First Meeting AU]

Word Count: 1,873 [Complete]

she watches her walls crumble to dust | ao3 

Or: Beca always knew, Chloe didn't, but they worked it out in the end.

[5+1 Prompt, Kind of Fluff]

Word Count: 2,054 [Complete]

there's no dumber dare than to love | ao3 

Or: Bechloe lives the domestic life, Chloe's ideas aren't as great as she thinks, and Beca has a panic attack.

[Angst-ish (but not rlly) with a Happy Ending, TW for explicit panic attack]

Word Count: 3,003 [Complete]

they don't know about the things we do | ao3 

Or: (Almost) Pure domestic fluff. Also, the five times people got something wrong about their relationship and the one thing the world got right.

[5+1 Prompt, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship]

Word Count: 2,295 [Complete]

to be so lost in love only to find yourself again | ao3 

Or: The compass soulmate fic where Chloe still sucks at maps, Kommissar holds no power over Beca, and Anna Camp makes an appearance.

[Soulmate AU, PP Rewrite]

Word Count: 8,838 [Complete]

when you've been fighting for it all your life | ao3 

Or: A mix of prequels, sequels, and in-between stories of "empires will come and go but i have found my kingdom in you".

[Prequels, Sequels, and Drabbles for empires]

Word Count: 2,074 [As on-going as empires is :(((]

the wonders of winter magic | ao3 

Or: Chloe really loves Christmas, Beca really fucking loves Christmas, and that's a secret.

[Christmas AU, Fluff]

Word Count: 9,146 [Complete]

Supercorp

#16 Kisses Ask Prompt | tumblr

16: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

[Established Relationship, Fluff]

Word Count: 311 [Complete]

‘cause you know all of my secrets | ao3

Or: Kara learns about love, Lena lets her take her time, and everything falls into place eventually.

[No powers AU]

Word Count: 8,336 [Semi-complete]

emily song fic s5/6 blurb | tumblr

Or: They’re angry, they’re hurt, and I take the parts of the song that apply to supercorp and write a lil thing.

[Angst]

Word Count: 384 [Incomplete]

faster than the wind (passionate as sin) | tumblr | ao3

Or: There's driving, Taylor Swift is playing in the background, and they're soft for each other.

[Fluff, Mini-Fic, Road Trip-ish]

Word Count: 847 [Complete]

kept my face to the sun (you drive away my shadows) | tumblr | ao3

Or: It's a 5+1 fic, they're soft and stupid(ly in love), and I try really hard to stay in theme.

[Canon Divergence, 5+1, Fluff]

Word Count: 14,074 [Complete]

love says: damn the gods | tumblr | ao3

Or: They dance, Kara gets all up in her feels, and then takes a chance.

[Dancing, Fluff]

Word Count: 1,447 [Complete]

@noctilia’s art accompany piece | tumblr

Or: Kara deals with the aftermath of losing Rao’s light.

[Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort]

Word Count: idk i’ll check again next time [Complete]

supercorp ph uni au | tumblr [1, 1.5, 2, 3, 4]

Or: the writer read a post about placing your blorbos in your own country, I took it to HEART, and they still fall in love.

OR or: Lena is an international student in DLSU-Manila, Kara is a journ major in UP-D, and I manage to fit the others in somehow.

[Philippine AU, Fluff, Uni AU]

until they echo back to you (the words i never said) | tumblr | ao3

Or: Kara wears a tie, Lena fixes it for her, they say everything without saying anything.

[Fluff, Getting Together]

Word Count: 444 [Complete]

valley behind your kneecaps | tumblr | ao3

Or: Lena's a med student, Kara's an artist, and somehow they still fall in love.

[Fluff, No Powers AU]

Word Count: 3,027 [Complete]

x marks the spot (where i left my heart) | tumblr | ao3

Or: Lena uses her riches for gay good, Kara uses her words, and everyone gets a hug and kiss.

[Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together]

Word Count: 3,874 [Complete]

zero regrets | tumblr

Or: I answer a supercorp prompt, Kara practices some English slang, Lena is a little more invested in the phrase.

[Flirty]

Word Count: 396 [Complete]

Choices

Danni x F!MC Ask | tumblr

Prompts: Holding their hands when they are shaking, taking a picture together to print and hang later, and letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt

[Drabbles, Fluff, Established Relationship, TW for panic attack in the first prompt]

Word Count: 247, 876, and 342 (respectively) [Complete]

i’m a wreck and you’re my lighthouse | tumblr

(maria flores x f!mc)

Or: MC (Savannah) gets a panic attack, Maria is a soff supportive gf, and insecurities are tackled.

[Comfort Fic, Established Relationship, TW for explicit panic attack]

Word Count: 2,271 [Complete]

Katherine x MC Ask | tumblr

Prompt: Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb

[Drabble, Fluff]

Word Count: 411 [Complete]

let the whole world melt away | tumblr

(maria flores x f!mc)

Or: Tooth-rotting fluff, inspired by the prompt “Dance with me”, and set in book 3 during the day before prom night.

[Fluff]

Word Count: 921 [Complete]

my heart knew better than me | ao3 | tumblr

(f!rory silva x f!mc)

Or: They’re soft for each other, Rory’s kinda slow, and it’s the latter half of Book 1 told from the perspective of F!Rory.

[Comfort Fic, Fluff]

Word Count: 5,029 [Complete]

Sick!Maria x MC Ask | tumblr

Prompt: Sick!Fic between Maria x MC

[Fluff]

Word Count: 980 [Complete]

you thaw my cooling soul | tumblr

(f!avery wilshere x mc)

Or: MC (Hailey Mitchell) is enamored, Avery’s a blushing mess, and it’s just a fluffy little drabble i wrote up on this cold, rainy day uwu.

[Drabble, Fluff]

Word Count: 346 [Complete]

Word Count: 396 [Complete]

Other

Éposette:

maybe the little fucker was good for something after all | ao3 

Or: Éponine is shit with feelings and Cosette always gets what she wants.

[Modern AU, Lots of cursing]

Word Count: 3,794 [Complete]

Junksen:

#33 Kisses Ask Prompt | tumblr

33: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

[First Kiss, Fluff]

Word Count: 534 [Complete]

part of the plan | tumblr | ao3

Or: It’s a pitchmas season fic, and a gift fic, and a proposal fic all rolled into one.

[Christmas AU, Proposal AU]

Word Count: 2,901 [Complete]

Scarlet Widow:

#1-30 Ship Meme Ask Prompt | tumblr

Scarlet Widow Headcanons

Word Count: 1,605 [Questions included; Complete]

#50 Kisses Ask Prompt | tumblr

50: A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

[Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort]

Word Count: 531 [Complete]

Yelate:

quick to oblivion | tumblr

Or: Yelena has a nightmare, Kate’s there to help her through it, Yelena needs Many Hugs™.

[Emotional Hurt/Comfort]

Word Count: 375 [Complete]

Kapman:

unfinished billy kaplan x teddy altman meet the parent(s) au | tumblr

Or: mcu!scarletwidow meets comics!babymaximofftwins meets billy x teddy meets tommy x david (that isn't shown yet bc, again, unfinished) meets offscreen amerikat

[Fluff, Teddy’s POV]

Word Count: 583 [Incomplete]

[permets-tu-not-permettez-vous]

This Side of Paradise

Chapter One: Lost on You 

Cosette turned her key one last time, hoping against hope that her banged up Subaru would start. Nothing. Cosette let out a huff of frustration. This was just the last of a number of stunningly mediocre things that had accumulated to make it an altogether terrible day. First, she had spilled scalding coffee on her way to work, leaving large stains on her blouse that most likely wouldn’t come out. When she got to work, she found she had forgotten to bring an extra blouse from the last time it happened so she had to wear the shirt all day. There was a pep rally which meant the kids were antsy all day and her class times were shorter. And to finish it all off, they had a department meeting after school that had been not only absolutely pointless, but frustratingly boring. All she had wanted to do was head home and grade papers in bed. Well, in all honesty, she just wanted to watch some Jane Austen film in bed, but these papers needed to be graded, and so there was no way around it. Cosette rested her forehead on the steering wheel, working up the energy to call her dad, hoping that he would know what to do. Cosette had no idea where to even start with cars. She was definitely adding wine to her paper grading that night. She deserved it after this shitstorm of a day.

A knock on her window startled her so much that she accidentally hit the horn and her car beeped. Cosette blushed and looked out her window to see a dark-haired and absolutely stunning woman leaning down to peer through the window. She was wearing a leather jacket, had several piercings poking through her ears, and caramel eyes that rested under sharply defined brows. She was clearly trying not to laugh at Cosette’s embarrassment at being startled, which only grew as she saw how hot her audience was. She rolled down her window.

“Your car isn’t starting?” Her voice was deep and curling, like whiskey. Cosette nodded, unable to find her voice. The woman’s smile broke through her resolve, and it transformed her face. “Hi, I’m Eponine. I teach welding and shop. I could take a look at it for you.”

Cosette willed herself to form some coherent sentences. “Hi Eponine. I’m Cosette. It’s nice to meet you. I am also a teacher, in the English department.”

Eponine smirked. “I know,” she said as her eyes tracked over her, and Cosette felt like she was being examined. Eponine knew about her? She reminded herself not to read too much into it.

“I guess it is a pretty small school. I’m new here. Just started this year.”

“Well, welcome. Now, let me have at your car.” Cosette remembered that before Eponine showed up she was having a terrible day. Now it seemed her day was looking up. Cosette jumped into action, bustling out of her car. Standing next to Eponine, she came up to her shoulder. She tried not to let on that she was sizing Eponine up, but she was too focused on the task at hand. She got into the car, turned the key and examined the inner workings of the car, leaving the door open. Then she got out, tracked to the front and opened her hood. Cosette stood there mute, trying to think of good conversation starters, but she kept getting distracted by the focused look on Eponine’s face, a thin line appearing between her eyebrows as she pursed her lips. How had she never noticed her before?

Eponine nodded to herself, almost the way a scientist did at the conclusion of a successful experiment. She moved back around to Cosette, brushing her hands one against the other to clean them up somewhat. “You’re battery is dead. Did you leave your lights on this morning? Your light signal was on in the car.”

Cosette groaned, putting a hand over her forehead. “I must have. It was such a crazy morning. I was running late and had spilled coffee all over myself. I must have forgotten about the lights in the middle of everything. I feel so silly for forgetting.”

Eponine smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it. We all do it, even me, though I don’t like to brag about it as the shop teacher. It’s an easy fix. Just let me bring my car around and I’ll jump it for you.”

“Thank you so much!” Eponine shrugged off the thanks and headed across the parking lot. Cosette tapped out a quick message to her dad explaining the situation, telling him that one of her teacher friends who knew about cars was helping her so that her dad didn’t immediately get in the car and drive over himself. Cosette heard a car approaching and looked up to see Eponine driving a green pickup her way. Cosette’s lips quirked upwards. She had to say that the car fit her personality, or at least the parts of her personality that she could surmise from looking at her. But they did paint a pretty poignant picture.

Eponine hopped out, and made quick work out of the jumper cables. She had Cosette get in and turn on her car, which whirred to life under Eponine’s watchful eye. Cosette could feel a smile break out on her face. Eponine met her eyes, and it seemed that a spark passed between them. Eponine looked away quickly and Cosette guessed she must have imagined it, but her eyes lingered on her profile anyway. She came to a decision.

“Hey,” she said, practically jumping out of her car in her haste, wanting to prolong this moment, to bask in Eponine’s presence. Eponine looked up, surprised by the urgency in Cosette’s voice. “Let me buy you a drink. Goodness knows after a day like today I need one, and it looks better if I don’t drink alone. Plus, I really want to thank you for helping me out. You made what could have been a really shitty experience for me pretty bearable.”

Eponine considered it, her head cocked to the side and her eyes narrowed. Again, Eponine got the feeling that she was being observed, was being measured against some yardstick in Eponine’s head that determined the safety and interest levels that Cosette presented. Finally she nodded, tucking a flyaway dark curl behind her ear. “I’d love to. Anything to avoid you ending your night alone at a bar. The only question is what to do about your car.”

“There I defer to your expertise,” Cosette said with a laugh. She really should learn more about cars.

“Do you live close?” Eponine asked, shoving her hands in her pockets. Cosette tried to pretend that her heart didn’t flutter a little bit at the question.

“Yeah, over on Rue de Rambuteau.”

“Okay, well what if I follow you home, you drop off your car and I drive us to and from. Or if you don’t want to get into the car with a random shop teacher we can get a Lyft.” Eponine had a casual air around her that Cosette envied. Where Cosette would hem and haw and take her time getting to her point, Eponine seemed to be incredibly blunt and straightforward with an attitude that just begged for you to argue with her. Cosette wondered whether that meant their personalities would mesh well or not. She shook herself.

“Well seeing as you haven’t murdered me yet, I would be more than happy to take my first ride ever in a pickup truck from you.”

It was worth it to see the look of absolute shock tinged with horror that appeared on her face. Eponine sputtered, her mouth working without forming any thoughts. Cosette laughed; it was good to see the self-assured and practical attitude broken over a small thing like pick up trucks. “You’re joking,” Eponine said slowly, almost more of a question than a statement. Cosette nodded, laughing. “You were joking,” Eponine repeated.

“So you’ve said,” Cosette said when she caught her breath. Eponine’s disbelief morphed into a genuine laugh, a husky amber peal of laughter that was sexy as hell. Cosette sobered quickly at the sound. “So, you’ll just follow me?” Cosette asked, gesturing towards her car.

Eponine nodded, her smile still blinding, and Cosette hurried to get into her car as Eponine wound up her jumper cables and clambered into her own pickup. Cosette pealed out of her spot effortlessly and automatically headed towards home, hyperconscious of her own driving, and checking her rear view mirror much more often than she probably should. As she drove, she attempted to pull herself together. There was a knot of nerves tightening in her gut, and she felt a little hot. She rolled down the window and let the cool air rush over her face. She took some shaky breaths and tried to swallow several times but her throat stuck. What was she doing? Asking a woman out for drinks? She couldn’t even remember the last time she went on a date. Not that this was a date, she reminded herself sternly before she got too far down that train of that thought.

She pulled into her driveway, and noted that Eponine didn’t follow her; rather, she just pulled over on the street and left the car idling. Cosette ran inside to drop off some of her school stuff and change her coffee-stained blouse. She also applied a subtle layer of lipstick, checking her reflection in the mirror of the entryway. She looked somewhat frazzled, her cheeks flushed and her dark hair slightly limp. She tried pulling her hair into a bun. It accentuated her cheeks better and made her seem less red, more put together. She quickly toed on some cute heels, hoping that Eponine hadn’t gotten tired of waiting and driven off. She also hoped that Eponine didn’t notice she had dressed up for her a bit. She gave herself one last look in the mirror. “You can do this, Cosette,” she told herself sternly, like she imagined her mother might have done when she was younger. Cosette was used to being her own mother in situations like this, being both encouraging and cautious.

She hurried outside and hopped into Eponine’s car, trying not to show what an effort it was to get her shorter frame up into the pickup. Eponine grinned, making Cosette think that she hadn’t been that subtle. “Where to?” she asked.

“Just go down this street, take a right at the corner and then another left when I tell you.”

Eponine smoothly shifted gears and drove down the street. A silence descended. Eponine’s car smelled like lemons and cinnamon. Cosette wondered if that was what Eponine smelled like or if it was a car freshener. She checked the rear view mirror, finding it empty. No air freshner. Cosette wondered if that meant it was Eponine’s smell. She was still wandering down this train of thought when Eponine distracted her. “You live in a nice neighborhood. Cute house.”

“Thanks,” Cosette said, unsure where she was supposed to go with that. “I like cottages. I don’t need a big house.”

Eponine nodded. “I can see that. You seem like that type of person.” Sometimes when people made those kind of generalizations it irritated her, but from Eponine it sounded like a compliment. Or at least she hoped it was.

“Do you live close to here?”

“No, I live the other direction from school with my brother.” Cosette was taken aback. Once people reached their twenties they didn’t really choose to live with their siblings anymore. Not that Cosette really understood sibling dynamics; she had been an only child despite her longing for a larger family than just her and her father. But in the end that’s probably what made them so close - they only had each other.

“You have a brother?”

“I have a brother and a sister,” Eponine clarified. “My sister used to live with us but she went to university last year.” Her voice was tinged with melancholy.

“You must miss her,” Cosette said softly. Eponine just nodded, a tender smile touching her mouth. Cosette stared, she knew she was staring, but seeing that soft smile wreath Eponine’s face made her hands clammy and she had her heart in her throat. She tore her eyes away, looking at the road ahead. “Oh shit, we just passed it!” Cosette exclaimed, a white hot flash of embarrassment searing through her.

Eponine just laughed, and found a parking spot on the side of the road. Cosette flushed and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, hoping that she wasn’t being too obvious about the fact she had almost missed it because she had been staring at Eponine. The woman was gorgeous, sure, but Cosette wasn’t sure if she even swung her way. And even if she did, who's to say that she would like Cosette? They came from different worlds, had different interest. Eponine probably wanted someone who was tough and skated derby or something. Not Cosette, who knit her friends sweaters and spent her evenings baking in slippers. She shoved the thought aside and got out of the car, joining Eponine on the sidewalk.

They entered the bar, the soft mood lighting of the fairy lights illuminating glints of red in Eponine’s dark hair. Cosette swallowed. She hoped that this bar wasn’t too cutesy. Eponine looked like the kind of girl who was at home in a hole in the wall backwater bar. They found a table towards the back next to some leafy green ferns, and Eponine shrugged off her leather jacket and ordered a Bourbon on the rocks with an ease and surety that Cosette envied. She just ordered a glass of red wine and hoped that her hands weren’t visibly shaking.

Why was she so nervous around Eponine? Maybe because it had been ages since she’d been with anyone, since she’d been attracted to anyone even, or the fact that this was a new job, a new town, a new friend. Her life was in such a turmoil at the moment that she barely knew where to start with her emotions.

“So,” Eponine started as their drinks made their way to their table. “How’s it been? Tell me a little about yourself.”

Cosette laughed. “Where to start? I finished my degree a couple years ago and worked a lot of odd jobs while I tried finding a teaching position. This is my first full-time teaching position and I’m doing sophomore English. What about you? You said you do welding?”

Eponin nodded, setting her glass on the table with a clunk. “Yeah. I wasn’t able to go to the college I wanted, but I always loved doing stuff with my hands so I went to a trade school an hour away and was able to get my certification. Been teaching here almost five years.”

Cosette nodded. “And how do you like it here?”

Eponine shrugged. “It’s alright. I kind of feel like there’s a divide between us in the shop and doing vocational kind of stuff and the regular subjects like math and English and science. I mean it’s almost December and this is the first time I’ve ever seen you.” Eponine met her eyes, her gaze penetrating, and Cosette felt her heartbeat pick up. She quickly dropped her eyes, hoping she wasn’t blushing too obviously.

“And I you,” Cosette said, almost at a loss for words. The talking wandered to less work-related things, turning to music, hobbies, and favorite movies. Cosette was surprised by the amount of similarities they had. From their outward appearances, she would have guessed that they had little in common. But as she made her way through her glass of red wine and Eponine made her way through several funny shop stories, she felt herself relax in her presence.

Cosette was shocked when Eponine looked down at her phone and swore. “Shit, it’s late and I need to get dinner started for Gavroche.”

Cosette looked at her own phone and was surprised to see that two hours had flown by. She was both elated and disappointed at how well they had passed the time together. Cosette insisted on paying for the drinks since Eponine had rescued her from apparent distress earlier that day and they headed outside into the brisk chill of the night and the muted sounds of traffic. Dusk was falling, and as they strolled down the sidewalk, Cosette could see them doing this for years to come, and for just a minute, she let herself believe that they would.

Eponine drove her home, the darkness descending just as the silence in the car, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Cosette tried desperately to think of something to say. It felt so much like an awkward first date in that moment that she almost forgot it wasn’t. All too soon, they arrived at Cosette’s house.

“Thank you again so much, Eponine. You saved my ass,” Cosette said earnestly, unsure where to put her hands.

Eponine just laughed. “Anytime. Next time do me a favor and remember to turn off your lights.” Cosette nodded laughing, and Eponine held her gaze for just a beat too long. She wanted to kiss her so badly her hands trembled. To see what those full lips tasted like. Instead, she cleared her throat and hopped out of the truck.

Eponine rolled down the window. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, the right side of her mouth curling up into a smile. Cosette nodded and waved, not sure if she could trust her voice. Eponine sped away, leaving Cosette to watch her go in the twilight. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

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[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

Soon after Éponine and Cosette start dating, Éponine begins turning to religion in her times of joy and strife.

OR 5 Times Éponine turned to religion, and 1 time she didn't.

Warnings: sacrilege, The Invitation spoilers (not essential to understanding the plot), allusions to sexual content, language

[pontmercyingtil]

Stars and Dolls (Eposette Fic)

For @lesmisladiesweek​ ! Prompt: Stars, Canon Era 

There’s never been a time they both were happy, and that is enough to ruin almost any happiness Cosette feels.

Well, almost any.

Because the feeling of Eponine’s hand in hers, and the wet grass against her back, the cool breeze of fresh spring air, those things were enough to make her happy.  

Until she remembers that when she goes home, it will be to a dry cotton nightgown, freshly pressed and scented with a little lavender. When she falls asleep, it will be between soft sheets and a light blanket, quilted by her own hand. Her dreams will be blissful, perhaps, but so will her mornings, a long, pleasant breakfast spent reading with Papa, and then a walk in the gardens.

None of those things are in Eponine’s future.

“Come home with me,” Cosette whispers. “We have more than enough.”

“I know,” Eponine replies, and the words are an insult.

Because it is impossible to hide wealth like Cosette’s. As impossible as it had been for Eponine to hide her own spoiled childhood, the fine dresses and expensive doll. But even those memories, those are wrong. Because the doll had never been expensive, not really. And the fine dresses had only sometimes covered the bruises on Eponine’s own skin. No. Cosette’s wealth is more than the difference between a broken doll and a brand new one, glittering and perfect and pristine.

Because a store might sell the glue that puts a doll back together, but it can sell nothing that will repair a broken girl.

Cosette remembers more than she’s ever told Papa.

Or even Eponine. She does not tell the other girl everything, and some nights she barely tells her anything at all. But tonight, she finds all the words she’s longed to say.

“I want to share things with you.” Cosette tries again. “Come back with me.”

“We’re sharing the stars, right?” Eponine looks up, and up, at the night sky. The moon reflects on her bruised skin, making her brown eyes glow a bit like a cat’s. “That whole sky up there. That’s all mine. And yours.”

“It is.” The night sky spreads wide here, above the Luxembourg Gardens, where she sneaks back to at night. She steals kisses here, and she steals back her wildness that always has whispered to her. In the still silent holiness of church, Cosette longs for the wild crack of thunder. In the serene peace of a warm bed, she wishes for a lover next to her that bites with her kisses and leaves claw marks on her back.

“What do you say we spilt it?” Eponine laughs. Pushes herself up on her side to face Cosette. “I’ll take the moon, and you can have all of the stars.”

Cosette shakes her head. “No.”

“What? Ain’t that a fair deal?” Her hand slides down Cosette’s side, resting on the curve of her hip, such a softer curve than Eponine’s own. All of her is sharp, like a knife.

Or the little iron sword Cosette used to pretend was a doll. That sharp cold blade, wrapped in a scrap of fabric, made into something lovely with the stubborn pretending of one who barely remembers what love feels like.

Is that what she’s done with Eponine? Wrapped her in cast-off clothes, pretended she was something lovelier, more domesticated, less dangerous than she really was? Eponine was no doll. No matter how long her lashes were, how perfect her bow-shaped lips were. She was a weapon and knew it. Her voice could cut deeper than a wound, with words so calculated they would never be able to be pried out of one’s heart. Her hands, strong like claws, but not a tiger’s. No, a dragon’s. For what she marked as hers, she would never surrender.

But Cosette was no prim doll in a starched silk dress either. Though she’d been raised to keep her eyes low, her voice soft, there was something of the wild in her. No doll would delight so thoroughly in running barefoot through rain-soaked grass, nor laugh so gaily when fireflies landed upon her arms. A doll, even one made of the finest china, still had substance, still had one shape, one existence. Cosette changed like the moon. From devout student to studious daughter, to stubborn lady of the house, to wild fey of the night. She was all the things a young woman might be, and none of them. She was ether and charm and  laughter, and she could never be contained.  Eponine might cut a lover, if one got too close, but Cosette might simply fade away, like the morning dew disappearing with the sun.

“I’ll trade my stars,” Cosette whispers. “Trade them for one kiss each from you.” She leans closer, closer. Lips meet. Softly at first. Gentle like the rain, like star like, like ether. And then, deeply. Deep, like the dangerous sea and strong wine. The two beauties, the two’s bodies, mingling, embracing, uniting, there underneath the night sky already marked with dawn’s sudden light. The darkness of the night and the brightness of the sun, the dragon and the fey, the shadow and the fire, together, there, in the wet spring grass.

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

Hi! 8, 9, 19, 21, and 29 for the fanfiction writer asks?

hi!!!

8 and 9 I've answered already!

19. Do you prefer canon compliant, AUs or something in between? HAHAHAHAH WHO IS CANON I DON'T KNOW HER I prefer modern AUs, obviously. I think I also go for AUs that are a lil bit out there sometimes, like the zombie au or assassin au

21. Favourite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic) Romantic: ExR, Cosette/Marius, Eposette, Courfius Platonic: Enjolras & Combeferre & Courfeyrac, Grantaire & Jehan, Grantaire & Eponine, Eponine & Enjolras

29. Have you ever gone outside your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? I don't....Really know? I suppose my soulmate AU was a lil bit like that because it was taking a mostly romantic trope and making it platonic, and also using a pairing I hadn't written a lot of before (Enjolras & Feuilly). It took me a while to get a first draft done, but I had fun and I'm pleased with the final result!