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les miserables, rated g, 1.8k words
it's Grantaire's birthday, and that means it's Jehan and their daughter's job to give him the perfect morning.
for ryan @earthbound-in-doubt happy birthday my love
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Jehan wakes first, as usual. Beside it, Grantaire snores, as good as dead to the world. This is what Jehan always hopes for.
Gently slipping out of bed, it pulls on some pyjama shorts and Grantaire’s hoodie, always smelling of him no matter how many times Jehan wears it, and it opens the door as gently as it can manage.
The door creaks gently but doesn’t wake Grantaire; he doesn’t so much as flinch, and Jehan is able to sneak out unnoticed. On most days, Grantaire’s ability to sleep through anything makes for a challenge, Jehan’s once light sleeping now adjusted to match. But today, Grantaire’s birthday, it’s a blessing.
They’ve been together long enough now that Jehan has the routine down. Chocolate chip pancakes and fresh fruit juice, berries and maple syrup, and plenty of leftovers for breakfast the next day. Then come presents, and Jehan always showers him in gifts and kisses and love, as he deserves. They both take the day off work, and the day is planned around whatever Grantaire is feeling that year. A quiet, lazy fuck where Jehan indulges Grantaire in whatever he wants, then off to the museum, the aquarium, the zoo, wherever he wants.
“Daddy?”
Or so it used to be.
In the next doorway, teddy bear in hand, sleep in eyes, stands Calliope, yawning and watching up at him with curious eyes.
“Hey, little one,” Jehan smiles, kneeling down to her and opening its arms. “You’re up early, hm?”
“Heard you,” she says, leaning into it. The bear bumps gently against its back as she wraps her arms around it and it takes the hint, lifting her up.
“Oh, not being nearly quiet enough, am I?” it says sympathetically, bouncing her gently in its arms and kissing her forehead.
“Where goin’, Daddy?”
“Going to make Papa breakfast,” it tells her, carrying her towards the stairs, “You wanna help make pancakes?”
She nods fast, giggling.
“You remember it’s Papa’s birthday, right?”
She thinks about it, frowning.
“We got him a present and a card, do you remember?”
This, she can recall. There’s a card upstairs, tucked away in Jehan’s bedside table signed with a messy scribble that, by anyone else’s standards, could not be considered words. But Calliope had tried her best, and no one could appreciate that as much as Grantaire will.
His gift from Calliope is a bath bomb Jehan had helped her pick out by smell (not that she would have gone for anything other than the unicorn-shaped bath bomb, regardless of what it smelt like), and a cat plushie she insisted he should have, that has a remarkable resemblance to their own tortie cat, Shelley. Jehan already knows Grantaire is going to love them.
At three years old, Callie has never been old enough to participate in birthdays before now, and she is eager to get her hands stuck in. She pulls her little stool over to the counter to watch Jehan make the pancake batter – from scratch, Grantaire deserves nothing but the best on his birthday – and tries to help measure. Little fingers on scales are not very helpful at first, but she gets the hang of it, and Jehan even holds her hands over the eggshell to help her feel very grown up and able to bake.
If more eggshell than it ever thought possible goes in the batter, no one has to know.
With a finger to the lips, Jehan shares with her a couple of chocolate chips before the bag gets poured in, and she giggles and happily shoves them into her mouth. She proves herself a good little baker when it comes to the mixing, holding the wooden spoon with two hands and putting all her effort into mixing as well as she can.
Before long the batter is ready, and Jehan surveys the situation, trying to decide if there’s a child-safe way to heat oil in a frying pan. Possibly not.
“You want a really important job, Callie Bear?” it asks instead, dropping to her height and smiling. She nods, eyes wide. “Will you go and get some fruit out the fridge for me? We need lots of berries and apples, you think you can manage that?”
Without another acknowledgement, she bounds off to the fridge, pulling the door open and taking out a box of blueberries. As Jehan readies the pan with oil, it watches her take a punnet, carry it to the counter, climb up on her stool, put it down, and head right back over. Four trips later, she has gathered all the punnets of fruit out the fridge and stands watching it expectantly.
“Wow, that was quick,” it says proudly, “You’re a great little helper, Callie.” He lets the pancake sizzle a moment while he leans down to ruffle her hair. “Think you can get some apples from the table too?”
Off she goes again, taking her stool with her to reach up on to the kitchen table and grab the bag of apples from on top. Leaving the pan again, Jehan goes over to pick up her stool for her.
“No, Daddy!” she pouts, stomping her foot lightly, “I do it.”
It laughs fondly and places the stool back down.
“Okay, okay, you do it, I’m sorry.”
Apples in one hand and stool in the other, she makes her way slowly across the kitchen, never stopping, never flagging, and makes it back to where she left the rest of the fruit. Climbing back up on the stool, she triumphantly puts the bag of apples on the side, looking back at him proudly.
“Wow, look at you!” it says, smiling, “You’re so big and strong, Cal!”
“Big girl!” she laughs, jumping off her stool and bumping into Jehan’s legs. The pancakes are nearly done now, a mighty stack big enough for the three of them on one plate and leftovers for tomorrow on another.
Juicing apples, Callie can help with. Hands far away from anything sharp, Jehan helps her push the slices through the juicer and out comes fresh juice. Before long, they have enough pancakes, berries and juice to split between three plates and carry upstairs slowly and carefully to the master bedroom.
Pre-emptively, Grantaire had gone to bed in pyjama shorts the night before, and Jehan has no concerns letting Callie in first.
By the way she bounds across the room and launches herself on to Grantaire’s sleeping body, perhaps it should have had some concerns.
The volume of Grantaire’s oof! tells Jehan he was unfortunately still sound asleep before Callie inflicted herself on him, and it puts the tray down on the bed so it can gently pry her off of him.
“Good morning, love,” it murmurs, kissing his cheek when Callie has backed off a little. “Sorry about the rude awakening.”
Grantaire lets out a string of muffled noises in return, rolling on to his back gently and smiling toothily up at Jehan and Callie.
“G’morning,” he says back eventually, opening an arm for Callie to snuggle into.
Smiling fondly, Jehan readies the three plates of pancakes and berries and maple syrup, making sure Callie is extra careful with her own plastic, bear-covered plate.
While they graze on the pancakes and fruit, Jehan recalls to Grantaire what an amazing sous chef Callie has been all morning, much to her pride.
“I made th’ eggs, Papa!” she tells him excitedly, miming cracking the eggs in front of her.
“You did, did you?” Grantaire laughs, “You made them, are you a chicken?” he ruffles her hair and she giggles.
“No, silly!”
She mimes egg cracking again with more gusto, and Grantaire smiles.
“I see, that’s a big girl job, isn’t it? You’re gonna be a baker in no time.”
Giggling, she puts down her empty plate and shuffles across the bed to nestle back into his side. Fondly, he pets her hair, looking up at Jehan adoringly.
“She doesn’t get it from me,” it smiles, leaning over to kiss Grantaire’s sticky maple lips, nipping gently. He hums his approval, reaching up to tangle his hand in Jehan’s hair, keeping their kisses chaste, lest they get carried away in front of Callie.
“Daddy,” she whines after a moment, taking Jehan’s hand and pulling. It pulls away reluctantly from Grantaire, smiling down at her expectantly.
“Yes, little bear?”
“Presents!”
She jumps up from Grantaire’s side and off the bed, running out of their room and returning moments later with her two slightly haphazardly wrapped gifts. Despite going to Jehan for help, she was desperate to do as much as she could herself, and from the look on Grantaire’s face, he appreciates the effort.
“Wow,” he smiles genuinely, “all this for me?”
Jehan reaches down to the bedside drawer and pulls out Callie’s card.
“Would you like to give this to Papa first?”
She nods, giggling, and takes the card, passing it right to Grantaire.
“Happy birthday, Papa!” she snuggles right back into his side and wraps her arms around him, watching intently as he carefully opens the envelope.
It is a painting of two bears, a father and child, the father in a party hat, Happy Birthday Papa Bear written across the bottom.
“Wow, is that us, Callie Bear?”
She nods excitedly and he kisses her forehead.
Her presents are handed over, and when Grantaire unwraps the cat, he delicately holds it and makes it trot over and give Callie a boop on the cheek.
“What should we name him, hm?”
He boops her cheek again and she giggles.
“Maybe we’ll wait for his personality to come out, huh?”
Callie nods, reaching over for a cuddle. Passing the cat over, he boops her nose and her forehead and she catches him and cuddles him close to her chest.
“Aww, he likes you,” Grantaire smiles, ruffling her hair.
After a second, Callie passes the cat back over, booping Grantaire’s arm with his nose.
“Your kitty,” she tells him, placing the cat gently in his arms.
Leaning down, Jehan picks up a gift bag and passes it over to Grantaire.
“Happy birthday, love,” it says, kissing him softly.
Gently opening the bag and lifting out the tissue paper on top, he finds, framed, photos of the two of them on their wedding day. Laughing together, holding each other. The final photo is of them, foreheads touching, eyes closed.
He remembers the moment vividly; the busyness of the day, the fun but exhausting schedule and barely any time for themselves. The photo shows blue light against the back of Jehan’s white shirt, the party going on inside while they shared a private moment together – clearly not as private as they thought, but something in Grantaire’s heart pulls warmly at the thought that this special breather was recorded, by some unseen third party, just for a second.
“Bahorel found these,” Jehan says, as if reading his mind, “we were looking through some photos a few weeks ago, and these were taken on a different camera, I guess. He lost the SD card until then.”
“They’re…” he starts, his throat closing up, “this is perfect, love…”
There are tears forming in his eyes, and Jehan, smiling fondly, leans over to kiss them away before they can fall.
“I love you,” he says against its lips, before kissing again and again, softly, chastely.
“I love you too.”
#les mis#les miserables#jehantaire#jetaire#jehan/grantaire#grantaire x jehan#fanfiction#ollie writes#ollie has a life#les amis de l'abc
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Watching a production of les mis that actually takes med student Joly seriously:
him bandaging up most of the students after the first round of gunfire
him dashing around feeling foreheads and checking bandages during calm scenes
some of the boys desperately dragging him over to check on Eponine after a little fall if rain and him just shaking his head
him crying with and holding Marius
him anxiously checking on people before finally passing out during drink with me
taking care of Prouvaire before he dies in the final battle
it was absolutely a background plotline that you wouldn't notice unless you knew who all of them were but it made me absolutely sick
#the way in which I sobbed is unreal#joly my beloved he was trying so hard to keep them alive#les miserables#les mis#les amis#joly#jehan prouvaire#marius pontmercy#eponine thenardier#enjolras#combeferre#courfeyrac#bahorel#bossuet#feuilly#grantaire
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Livre Quatrième - Les amis de l'ABC
Un groupe qui a failli devenir historique.
#Happy barricade day yay#les miserables#les amis de l'abc#Enjolras#courfeyrac#combeferre#jehan prouvaire#feuilly#joly#bossuet#bahorel#Grantaire#illustration
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Il me semble que je vais fusiller une fleur.
#the pose is from a joanne d'arc statue#id in alt text#my trashy art#i'm..very into decorative frames#esp like medieval inspired ones#anyway#victor hughoe art#enjolras#enjolras fanart#les mis#les miserables#les mis fanart#les miserables fanart#les amis de l'abc#combeferre#courfeyrac#feuilly#jehan prouvaire#grantaire#joly#bossuet#bahorel#it does kinda remind that beautiful cy-lindric drawing now that i look at it#this was..the barricade day drawing btw#im ages behind
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DRINK WITH ME (BUT GRANTAIRE IS PLAYING THE GUITAR AND JEHAN PROVUAIRE IS PLAYING THE CONCERTINA
(for those who had trouble finding it in YouTube)
#grantaire#les mis#les miserables#marius pontmercy#enjolras#jehan prouvaire#les amis#barricade boys#enjoltaire
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Jean Valjean pls bring Les amis home too🥺
#les mis#les miserables#barricade boys#enjolras#combeferre#courfeyrac#feuilly#jolllly#jehan prouvaire#bahorel#bossuet#grantaire#gavroche#eponine#jean valjean#javert
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I started this for last year's Barricade Day then forgot about it and finished it about a month ago
Happy Barricade Day 2023 everyone! I guess I'm never growing out of this
#sach art#les mis#les miserables#les amis#les amis de l'abc#enjolras#grantaire#bahorel#feuilly#courfeyrac#combeferre#joly#bossuet#marius pontmercy#eponine thenardier#jehan prouvaire#barricade day#enjoltaire#exr
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LES AMIS DESIGNS!!!
ik the colours are garish but they are the colours I have assigned to each les amis (I did not have a clear concept of bahorel when designing him forgive me bahorel stans)
#les mis#enjolras#grantaire#combeferre#courfeyrac#bahorel#bossuet#feuilly#joly#jehan prouvaire#les amis de l'abc#marius pontmercy#jehan is inspired by potatosonnet's design I hope thats ok#art
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The REAL reason Les Mis is a great book is because it has the duality of you being able to randomly open it to any page and find the most beautiful-soul-crushing-poetic-timeless-eye-opening sentence ever
but also Victor Hugo consciously chose to make every single character is the lamest most socially inept mess and awkward crazy dork you've ever seen and it's great.
#and yes i include most of the les amis in this they're all nerds#les mis#les miserables#les amis de l'abc#les amis#the brick#victor hugo#jean valjean#javert#marius pontmercy#cosette#enjolras#grantaire#courfeyrac#jehan prouvaire#feuilly#combeferre#bossuet#les amis joly#eponine#madame thenardier#thenardier#even the bishop
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It's the 39th anniversary of Les Misérables on stage, which means Les Amis de l'ABC have been dying for their cause for 14244.75 days.
#les miserables#gavroche#bahorel#les mis#les amis de l'abc#enjolras#grantaire#courfeyrac#combeferre#feuilly#bossuet#marius pontmercy#joly#jehan prouvaire#lesgles#friends of the ABC#cafe musain#its been 39 years of Grantaire loving Enjolras#and 39 years of enjolras hugging him#ill throw up#i love this show so much
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#les amis de l'abc#grantaire#enjolras#joly#courfeyrac#jehan#bossuet#bahorel#feuilly#jean prouvaire#combeferre#lesgle#les amis#les miserables#sorry guys i love polls
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mentally I'm in 2012 rn
#my art#fanart#artists on tumblr#les amis#les miserables#les mis#enjolras#enjoltaire#grantaire#courfeyrac#jehan prouvaire#eponine
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To anyone struggling with their mental health this holiday season: read Les miserables by Victor Hugo
it won't help, but at least then you'll know about the sewers
#SPOILERS IN THE TAGS#it will make it worse x#you'll wake up thinking about mother fuckers called Courfeyrac and Grantaire and other weird shit like that#his smile was not ended when the report sounded#he did not finish a second bullet from the same marksman stopped him short this time he fell face downward on the pavement and moved no more#this grand little soul had taken its flight#it strikes me that I know that girl#he might be your brother. he is#these verses murmured in a low tone in the dusk by Jehan Prouvaire who as we have said was a gentle poet#rivulets of blood flowed beneath him. his aged head - pale and sad - seemed to be gazing at the sky#they recognised the voice of Prouvaire. a flash passed a report rang out. silence fell again. “they have killed him” exclaimed combeferre#les miserables#les mis#victor hugo#les misposting#grantaire#enjolras#courfeyrac#enjoltaire#sobbing
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I know Marius gets a lot of hate for everything he does but he deserves more credit because if i was kicked out of my house by my grandfather (who's an enormous prick) (and the only family i have) and had to live in a crusty sketchy apartment by myself and learn like 5 languages to pay for rent and school and then finally found a group of friends (family) united by a cause that i actually believed in (or at least i believed in them) only for every single one of them to die and for me to survive leaving me by myself with MY GRANDFATHER i wouldn't survive a week even to start.
#the whole situation makes me so upset#somebody help him#help them all#marius ponmercy#courfeyrac#combeferre#enjolras#joly#bossuet#bahorel#jehan prouvaire#grantaire#feuilly#les miserables#les amis
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LES MIS INCORRECT QUOTES (part 3)
JAVERT
GRANTAIRE
JEHAN PROVUAIRE
ENJOLRAS
BAHOREL
BISHOP MYRIEL (to the national guards after Jean Valjean stole some of his silver)
JOLLLLY
EPONINE
MARIUS PONTMERCY
#les miserables#les mis#the brick#enjolras#grantaire#les mis incorrect quotes#marius pontmercy#bishop myriel#jehan prouvaire#eponine thenardier#bahorel#javert
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well maybe if you weren’t always on that damn barricade
#les mis#les miserables#les misérables#victor hugo#les amis#les amis de l'abc#enjolras#grantaire#combeferre#courfeyrac#joly#bossuet#bahorel#jehan#feuilly#lyth speaks
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