#new enjolras look just dropped

[thecandlesticksfromlesmis]

//How long before the judgement day?//

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(something angsty just happened in the second pic and you get to decide what it is)

he/him

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Raz Reads Les Mis (XXXVI)

Saint Deins - The Greandeurs of Despair

I simply don't like this chapter

People who matter are dying now and I'd prefer if they stopped doing that

Bahorel? Gone. Mabeuf? Poof. Prouvaire? Nowhere. Eponine? Barely a mound in the dirt.

The chapter starts with needing to replace the flag on top of the barricade

Also Gavroche is still allowed weapons, I don't know how sound of an idea this is

Enjolras yells for a volunteer to replace the flag (buddy, you are holding it) and is met with crickets

Crickets alleviated by the staggering step of Mabeuf

He takes the flag from Enjolras, and, step after slow step, climbs up the barricade

He yells for France, he yells for revolution, he yells for freedom, he yells for death

At the hands of the Guard, death is exactly what he is met with

Enjolras takes off his bullet-shredded coat, covers Mabeuf with a black shawl, and uses his coat for the new flag of the barricade

For all Enjolras's faults, he really knows how to get a crowd to follow him

A skirmish breaks out around Javert, people trying to release him and the attempts being thwarted

Not without the passing of Bahorel

Courfeyrac and Gavroche look like they're toast on the wrong end of a Guard's musket barrel

Two shots are fired

Two bodies drop

Marius, with the pistols given to him by Javert, has entered at the perfect moment

I need to start ranking Incredible Character Appearances in this book

Marius saves Gavroche and Courfeyrac

In return, the hand of an unknown ally takes a shot meant for Marius

Marius, still alive, threatens to blow up the barricade

The Guard, being smart about things, make haste before the attempts is made

But in all the commotion, Prouvaire has been taken

Enjolras turns to Javert, saying the only reason he is alive is to be traded for Prouvaire's return

But before this can take place, Prouvaire is killed by the Guard

Enjolras to Javert: "Your friends have just shot you."

The pain! The drama!

And now Marius, on making his way to a smaller barricade, finds Eponine

Eponine deserves her flowers

Not only is she the one who has done everything to aid in Marius and Cosette in being together, it is her hand that suffered the bullet wound meant for him

And all she asks is for Marius to kiss her forehead when she dies

She's given him a letter from Cosette to say that she's leaving

She doesn't hate Marius! She doesn't want him dead!

Obviously, but this is a shock to our favourite emo lawyer

After reading the note, he writes his own

The long and the short of which is delivery instructions for his corpse

Stop foreshadowing, too many people have died already. No more

Marius asks Gavroche to go back to the barricade and take the note to the specified address the next day

Unbeknownst to Marius, Gavroche thinks this logic is dumb and proceeds to take it to the said address immediately

No. Just no. I want action without consequence or I want gut-wrenching emotion where people live to see the light at the end of it all. I think the revolution is costing too much and everyone should throw in the towel immediately and quit while they're ahead.

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Les Amis & Co: Beach Day Edition

Because it's summer and I had to

Enjolras:

My guy, he's so pale he needs an entire bottle of sunscreen to not get sunburnt. And he really doesn't care, everyone is after his ass holding the sunscreen, trying to 'at least cover his back because he'll be looking like a blonde strawberry by the end of the day'. Brings only a towel and his wallet or sth. Wears his swimsuit, flip flops and a t-shirt.

Combeferre

The dad of the group. Makes sure everyone has sunscreen on amd everything they need and you can hear him yelling "DON'T FORGET YOUR HATS" every hour or so. With every opportunity he gets, he's dropping random facts about the sand, the sea, the random crab grantaire just found etc etc. 80% of the time he's reading a book in his lil beach recliner chair. Brings an entire backpack filled with everything anyone could possibly need at the beach. Same kinda outfit w enj's, just with sneakers (bc he's driving everyone there) + a nice hat

Courfeyrac

He cannot put his ass down. Homeboy is always hyping someone up to play games. Beach rackets, volleyball, whatever. He and Gavroche sre having a BLAST. Nags to Combeferre about having to wear his hat the entire time. Brings a small bag w his stuff + another one filled with beach balls, rackets etc. Swimsuit + unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a funky bucket hat

Grantaire

Vibes around drinking beer. The type of friend to splash water on everyone while they're trying to get into the water (particularly Enjolras). Goes looking for random shit on the rocks. Brings a fanny pack for his phone and cigarettes. Towel?? Don't know her. Shows up only in a swimsuit and at some points, he takes it off for shits and giggles

Bahorel

Have you ever been to the beach near a cliff side and there's this one mf who climbs on top of the cliff to perform an epic 11 meter backflip into the water? Yeah that's Bahorel. Bitch just goes around looking for ways to possibly get hurt. He doesn't. Deffo has a paddle board. Gets a crazy ass tan. Brings only the bag for the board and puts the rest of his stuff in there. Wears one of these shitty low armpit shirts. And a 'women want me fish fear me' baseball cap

Feuilly

He be taking beach day seriously. Brings snacks for everyone, randomly pulls out a sketchbook at some point. Gets excited over cool rocks and spends more time than necessary on making a sandcastle. Cannot go into the water on his own, at least one of his friends have to be swimming as well. His back is red asf at the end of the day. Hawaiian shirt but buttoned up. Carries an extra tiny bag for his book and sketchbook.

Bossuet

Somehow, he'll find a way to get stung by a jellyfish (and grantaire will almost immediately offer to pee on him). If not, he steps on a sea urchin. Or gets his leg scratched on a rock. But still he manages to have fun. In charge of the aux chord. Is extremely annoyed by grantaire and his splashes. A standard bag, has a t-shirt on but it obviously falls into the water by accident so he has to be shirtless on the way home (Musichetta and Joly don't mind at all). Lost his hat :(

Joly

Speaking of joly, mf's crazy over sunscreen. At least 3 times a day, they apply a new coat, hydrate every 10 minutes and will not let ANYONE go into the water if they've eaten anything, not after at least 2 hours pass by. Pull up wearing a speedo, jorts and a short sleeved button up. Amd a big ass hat. Huge af beach bag.

Jehan

It's their time to shine. They spend most of the time posing for pics but at the same time they're kinda shy abt it. Went into the water like once. One of these 'beach please bags'. They're wearing a flowy summer dress and like swimming shorts and a bikini top kinda thing. Staw hat person

Marius

He's dying inside. Bro's under the umbrella, watching everything, hoping time will eventually come for them to go home. Courf tries to get him into the water and he succeeds. Unfortunately, les amis do not let him go, they force him to be a part of the summer fun and at some point, he starts enjoying himself. Gets sunburnt. Bro shows up in jorts snd a polo t-shirt and changes into his swimsuit there (also he's definitely one of those guys who keep their underwear underneath). Unironically wears a fedora hat. Carries 26383 bags + Cosette's bc he's a gentleman above everything.

Cosette

Photographer of the group. Takes pictures of everything and everyone. Also takes videos of the stupid shit grantaire does and makes sure they o over to the gc immediately. Provides everyone with data, she's the hotspot friend. Jehan is her main model. Tries getting a tan, fails. Short flower dress over her black bikini and sandals. Matching straw hats w jehan.

Eponine

Omg sis has 2 siblings to take care of. Runs after Gavroche and Azelma all the time to keep them from doing stupid shit. She and bahorel do swimming competitions. Has like a big ass water bottle (joly approved) because she always gets dehydrated. And Gab and Azelma never drink water, ever. Doesn't go for a tan, still gets a great one. Old crusty bikini and just jean shorts over it. She'd like to go topless but isn't all for it yet. Has to carry her siblings stuff as well.

Musichetta

Ok sis is a great swimmer. She's in the water 24/7 vibin, swimming, playing games. No-one can get her out of there. She doesn't really eat much but if. There's any juice, she is drinking it all up. She loves her beach juice time okay? One piece swimsuit and a see-through coverup tied around her waist. Just a small beach bag is okay for her

Gavroche

As soon as they arrive, lil bro's in the water playing already. Then he pulls out water guns and declares war on everyone. Annoying little shit, but they all love him so much. Courf keeps him occupied by playing with him all the time. No one complains. Eats all of Feuilly's snacks. Begs Eponine to let him do stupid shit with bahorel. She does NOT give in, so he just finds a small rock to jump off of into the water nearby. Creeper swimsuit.

Azelma

Quieter than her brother but she follows along. Hellps Feuilly w his castle. Keeps Marius company when she's not in the water. Cosette asked her if she wanted her pics taken and she was ECSTATIC. Flowy dress and a flower pattern one piece underneath.

Bonus Montparnasse:

Floatie guy. Bro has like an inflatable donut and once it's in the water, he's off. Falls asleep on it and someone was to swim like a mile away to bring him back. Brings very few stuff with him. Like grantaire, just a swimsuit is fine

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For Your Eyes Only (Ebenezer/Constance Fic) (NSFW)

@quill-pen shared a...delightfully inspiring photo that I couldn't resist writing a short story about. Thank you VERY MUCH for the inspo~

This story is rated 18+. Minors, DNI.

REF: Delphin Enjolras

Story is below the cut. ENJOY~

Sheer red fabric, trimmed with golden embroidery and strung with a galaxy of glass beads, draped easily over her tanned curves.

The filmy fabric clung to her body in all the perfect places, the slopes and planes of her model’s figure on full display. The sanguine fabric didn’t eclipse her curves, but rather accentuated the ebb and flow of them.

The plunging neckline revealed the delightful swell of her breasts. She’d applied a slight, shimmery powder to her décolleté to highlight her collarbones and help the forms capture the light from the many flickering candles that she placed around the room.

Despite the romantic décor, with its drawn curtains and jasmine-scented moonlight, there was no chance that Ebenezer’s eyes could stray from the heavenly sight of her body draped across their shared bed, her coppery hair like a halo around her face and her pose beautifully prone for him.

Her long legs bobbed playfully over the side of the bed, crossing and uncrossing with deliberately slow arcs of motion.

Wordlessly, Ebenezer drifted into the room, quick to close the door behind him. The sound of the door shutting with more force than usual caused musical laughter to ring out from the bed.

“Don’t worry, I dismissed Magda early,” Constance said, rising softly from her reclined position. Her hair fell in voluminous waves around her blushed face, raspberry lips spread in a grin as wide as it was warm. “I think she deserves a night off, don’t you?”

“Oh, um, yes,” Ebenezer agreed, dropping his suitcase by the door without a second thought. “Undoubtedly.”

Like a snake lured by the charm of a flute, he crossed the room to quickly observe her.

A copy brow lofted as he swayed closer to her, his eyes fixated quite openly on her body. He made no effort to mask his leering gaze; how his gaze licked up and down her body slowly, taking in each and every contour.

“Are you well, sweetheart?” Constance asked, her head angling coquettishly. Red hair tumbled down her freckled shoulders, with the slight movement, each strand catching the with the ease of a mirror. The effect made her look illuminated from within. A living sun goddess. “You seem distracted.”

“Yes.”

She laughed, snorting a bit. “Are you even listening?”

“As much as possible, but I’ll admit, my mind is…slightly occupied,” he muttered.

She blushed the color of mango skin, her cornflower eyes averting from him and onto the fringe of the canopy. It wasn’t so much that she was self-conscious, but rather, still so humbled that she could draw such a dramatic reaction from a woman he’d been married to for months.

“T-This little number is new,” he observed, eyes molten as he reached down to take the edge of the robe’s long hem.

Her gaze flicked back to his, eagerly observing the spark in his shell-colored irises.

“It’s a little risqué—”

“A little?”

“Do you like it?” she asked softly. The answer seemed obvious, but she never liked the lack of certainty that came with assuming, well, anything. “I figured, you have a dressing gown, so…”

It was his turn to laugh, but not in mockery, but because he was otherwise at a loss for words to describe how much he loved it. How much he loved her.

Not just her beauty, but how she never ceased to surprise him. How she snorted when she laughed hard, or grinned at him when he came home.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only wear it in private,” she assured, reaching up to run her fingers through the coif of silver hair that plumed from his temple.

He turned his head gently to kiss her hand.

“As opposed to your other lingerie?” he teased, his lips then moving to her scarred wrist. He lingered there, cherishing the slightly raised marks.

“Well, the ladies sometimes see those garments,” she admitted. “I do need second opinion, sometimes.”

He hummed.

“That implies that there are items you might not look stunning in, which I find hard to imagine,” he said. Then, after a dramatic pause as he eyes rolled skyward in mock thought, he sighed again in defeat. “No, I can not imagine anything you wouldn’t look regal in.”

She dipped her head, flushing and radiant at his praise. “Oh, stop!”

“Really?”

She bit her lip in anticipation. “…No. Come closer, please?”

He eased onto the bed beside her, flattening a large hand upon her thigh. He slid it north, fabric smooth as silk and bunching around his fingers easily.

“Well…this one is truly for your eyes only,” she whispered, continuing her sentiment from earlier.

The phase ignited further passion in him. As soon as the skin of her thigh was bare, he ghosted his palm over her flesh. The gesture caused her to prickle with gooseflesh all over.

A gasp left her like a whisper of smoke from freshly lit incense, and he was quick to lean forward. He swallowed the delightful sound with a full-bodied kiss, their faces slotting together effortlessly with ease that came only from the ardent worship of another’s mouth and body. Noses pressed against each other’s cheeks, their lips were pliant and soft as tongues wandered, caressed and swiped over the sensitive, slick areas of each other’s mouths. The flutter of lashes and the wandering of hands only enhanced the intoxicating sweetness of the kiss rather than distracting from it.

Ebenezer bit at her lower lip, knowing it would draw a delicious moan from her. This predictability earned a rich laugh from the man, the sound reverberating from his throat to her body with the same spreading, tingly warmth as a shot of warmth whiskey.

“You look gorgeous,” he said. “Bloody gorgeous, my girl.”

The hand on her leg hitched higher, until his fingers could sink into the succulent flesh of her ass. She rolled her hips against his weight in response. The eagerness spurred him to steal her against him and lean down so he covered her body. Slender legs wrapped about his waist.

“Really?”

“You always look stunning,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. "You are stunning."

Slowly, his hands came up to push the gilded edges of the robe aside. The globes of her breasts sprang free, apricot-brown nipples already eager and hard. Her ample breasts overflowed from his fingertips as his hands went to cup them. He adored her chest – so large, so feminine, so soft. So responsive, as well, which made them a joy to tease and play with.

Constance beamed, arching her back so the already parted robe slid off her body with ease, pooling around her in a silken puddle.

She bared herself, from her head to the downy curls between her spread legs, for him.

“Only for you,” she reminded him.

The rest of the evening, the robe remained exiled to the foot of the bed, though it would eventually be carefully returned to the couple’s wardrobe.

From then on out, when Constance wore the robe on sleepy, romantic mornings, the couple always ended up suspiciously late to breakfast.

Tag List: @ray-painter and @crimson-phantom-designs and @beascrooge and @purgratoriat

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Forged Divinity Chapter 15: Leannan Breaks a Vow

2405 words

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, discussion of suicide, dubcon touch

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Psalm 128:1

Blessed are all who fear the Lord,

who walk in obedience to him.

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Enjolras de la Glavo was waiting for him when he arrived, one hand resting habitually on her swordless hip. She was in the same room Leannan and Phineas had stayed in when they first arrived on Donda Island – the decent room with the water stain.

Leannan had taken Phineas’ demand for perfection seriously. He’d rouged his cheeks, and spritzed on perfume. He couldn’t do much with the unsightly bruises around his neck, but he prayed everything else would distract from that. He had changed into what he considered to be his most enticing outfit – a conclusion arrived at after a manic session of trying on everything in his wardrobe. He wore a flowy white linen top with a neck so wide it could almost slide down his shoulders, paired with a knee-length sky blue skirt – nothing underneath, of course. His shoes were flat slippers. The whole ensemble oozed privilege and wealth, his exposed skin stating clearly that he was no laborer, he had nothing to fear from the sun when he could laze about indoors all day. His clothes were new, rather than scavenged or patched together. His shoes weren’t even made to go outside.

Lucky. That’s what he was. Thank God.

That’s what Leannan told himself as he stood before Enjolras, hands clasped demurely behind his back.

God wouldn’t have saved him from the massacre just to kill him here.

“How can I please you this evening, madam?” he asked softly.

Enjolras looked at him, a heavy exhaustion in her eyes. She looked weary, a far cry from her whimsical strength displayed in the Council Hall.

“I’m not going to rape you,” she said, her voice low. Leannan watched her carefully. Maybe she meant she wasn’t going to be violent about it. That would be nice.

She grabbed two pillows off of the bed, moving slowly. She dropped them on the floor, one a few feet closer to Leannan.

“Sit,” she ordered.

Leannan obeyed, settling onto the closer pillow in a smooth, practiced motion, tucking his legs under himself and spreading the skirt out becomingly.

Enjolras lowered herself onto her own pillow, moving like her joints pained her, although it didn’t show on her face. Once they were both seated, she took a long, listless breath.

“So,” she began, “You’re the only Iowan left.”

“Yes, madam,” Leannan replied promptly.

“You know that for sure?”

“Yes, madam.” Even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t tell this woman where his – where any others were. “I heard things, over the years, about my peers, and their passings. Iowans don’t live very long.” The truth was that his previous masters had delighted in each death, as it raised Leannan’s value. They’d harp on them to no end.

Enjolras just stared at him, with her smoldering eyes. “We’re prone to cancers,” he added, to fill the space.

“And suicide.”

Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but Leannan bristled anyway.

“Suicide is a sin.” Leannan would never. Never ever.

“Let’s say it is,” Enjolras said, as if it weren’t, “What does it say to you that your brothers and sisters would rather be in Hell than with their masters?” Her voice was quiet, but no less threatening to Leannan. His stomach twisted. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. This wasn’t something he was supposed to think about.

“It – it says to me that they were very misguided,” he stammered.

She regarded him for a long moment. Leannan couldn’t help but squirm slightly under her glare.

“You’re also prone to murder,” she said finally.

“Accidents happen,” Leannan defended, “It can’t be helped…” He suddenly realized what she was implying, the only thing she could be implying, and his breath hitched before picking up speed, panic rising out of his gut.

“Please don’t kill me,” he whispered.

Enjolras’ eyebrows furrowed. “Hang on…”

“Please, I can – I can be so good for you, I’ll do whatever you want!” Terror-driven, Leannan surged forward onto his hands and knees, his talisman necklace swinging. “I’m good at my job, I can be a perfect slut for you, if you’ll let me, please, I can do it!” He dropped his head down, pressing his forehead into the carpet in submission, “You can hurt me, you can do whatever you want, I’ll be good, just please don’t kill me, please!”

“Leannan – it’s Leannan, right?” A hand ghosted over Leannan’s curls, and he whimpered. “Sit up, karulino,” Enjolras encouraged softly, “Sit up, it’s okay.”

Scared to move, but scared to disobey, Leannan lifted his head. He found that Enjolras had closed the distance between them, moving from her pillow to crouch right in front of him. He slowly sat back on his heels, not daring to look her in the eye. She settled her hands on his shoulders, trapping him.

“Leannan. You’re not safe here.”

He couldn’t process what she was saying; between the fear, his heart pounding in his ears, and the chilling pressure of her hands, nothing made it through. Her hands weighed him down like a smothering blanket, dulling his senses and trapping him inside himself.

“Choking is a major red flag. If you don’t get out, whoever did that to you will kill you.”

Master James. She was talking about Master James.

“I can handle it,” he whispered, his hands clenching the fabric of his skirt, “I’m made for this.”

“No, Leannan, you’re not. No one’s made for this.”

He started the speech. “Iowans were forged from the blood of a fallen angel -”

“You weren’t,” Enjolras said forcefully, silencing him, “You were supposed to be supersoldiers, but they fucked it up, just – just listen to me, okay? You are not safe here. You need to escape.”

Leannan dared to flick his gaze up to her face, to her horrible, burning eyes. What did she want from him?

“Running away is a sin,” was all he could say, lowering his eyes back to his knees. “God would strike me down.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do!” Leannan found sudden strength in his voice, the confidence that comes from speaking the truth, “When I transgress, I am punished. When I am good, I am rewarded. I’ve seen it, it’s true.”

“So what did you do to deserve this, huh?” Enjolras pressed a hand to the side of his neck.

“I…” Leannan faltered. He couldn’t remember. Surely it was because he was so panicked, that he couldn’t remember. But even if there wasn’t a reason, it didn’t matter. “Peter, two-nineteen. It – it is commendable if someone bears up under the pain of suffering.”

“Leannan.”

“But how is it to your credit if you receive a beating for doing wrong and endure it?”

“Leannan.”

“But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, that’s commendable before God.”

Enjolras was silent for a moment. Then she muttered, “Diable, you’re in deep.”

“You’re a heathen,” Leannan whispered, eyes glued to his lap, “I won’t listen to you anymore.”

“No, Leannan, listen, I…” her voice grew urgent before she caught herself and took a breath, “I’m going to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Iowans are sworn to secrecy,” Leannan recited miserably.

“I know, just… listen, okay?” She scooted closer to him, moving her hand from his neck to his cheek as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “La Libera didn’t wipe out the Iowans. They told everyone that so no one would go looking. They’re all alive, they’re on the other side of Lake Ontario.”

Leannan jerked his head away to stare at her, wide-eyed with shock. Her scorching gaze was steady and calm.

“I know they made you father children, Leannan,” she said softly, reaching for his cheek again, “Before they sold you.”

Something inside Leannan revolted. He shoved her away and jumped to his feet, scrambling towards the door. He need to get away from this woman, immediately. She was a heathen, and a trickster, and a liar. Everything she said was designed to get under his skin, just like she’d taunted Phineas, and none of it was real. It couldn’t be.

“Leannan!” Enjolras called after him, but Leannan threw open the door and bounded out into the hallway. The door ricocheted shut behind him and he made it three steps before slamming straight into Phineas, who grabbed him and clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Shh!” Phineas hissed, and dragged Leannan down the hallway and into his room. Leannan went along, going nearly slack in their grasp. It was all too much. He needed Phineas to tell him what to do.

Phineas released him once they were in the room. Leannan almost tripped over the scattered clothes on the floor, still strewn about after his personal fashion show.

“What did she say to you?” Phineas demanded.

“Oh, Phineas, it was awful,” Leannan was thrilled to be able to complain, “She said all kinds of blasphemous things and she threatened to kill me, Phineas!”

“Not that,” Phineas grabbed his arm, “What did she whisper to you, I couldn’t hear.”

“You were listening?” Leannan tilted his head.

“Of course I was, you fucking idiot slut. Tell me what she said.”

“Well I – I can’t, she invoked my vow of secrecy.”

Phineas huffed a sigh, bowing their head and taking a moment to collect themself. Then they looked back up at Leannan with a smile.

“You were such a good boy, resisting her temptations to run away.”

“Oh… Thank you, Phineas,” Leannan half-smiled, appreciating the praise but distracted by Phineas’ crushing grip on his arm.

“And you were such a good boy when you told me all about Jeanette’s evil books.”

Leannan’s stomach flipped and his smile soured. “What?”

“You knew it was the right thing to do,” Phineas said gently, “So you came and told me.”

Leannan shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did! Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

“But – no, I…” Leannan stammered, “Was I drunk?”

“A little tipsy, maybe.”

Dread clenched around Leannan’s heart. His only missing time was when Brochard had gotten him wasted – he must have told Phineas then.

He’d broken a vow. There would be consequences.

“I told you?” he asked again, a little dazed, just to be sure.

“You did,” Phineas said, “And you were a very good boy for telling me. Can you be a good boy again? Leannan?” Phineas released their vice-like grip on Leannan’s arm in favor of caressing his cheek.

Leannan couldn’t help the way that hearing good boy and Leannan come out of Phineas’ mouth made him feel weak at the knees and quivery deep in his gut, or the way that he leaned into Phineas’ gentle touch, eager and hungry.

But even if he’d broken his vow once, he couldn’t do it again. Once was horrifying enough.

“I can’t tell you,” he said softly, “Besides, it was all lies anyway.”

It had to be lies.

“If it was all lies,” Phineas slid a hand over Leannan’s hip, shifting closer to him, “What does it matter if you tell me?”

“I can’t break my vow. Not again,” Leannan said, quiet but firm.

“How about this,” Phineas said, sliding their hand into Leannan’s skirt and squeezing his bare ass, “You can tell me, and I’ll make you feel very, very good… Or. You can keep your vow. And I can kill that little friend of yours.”

The air evaporated from Leannan’s lungs. “Huh?”

“Her name’s Maeve, right?” Phineas smiled, all sharp teeth and glinting eyes. “Tell me, or I’ll kill her.”

Leannan shook his head, part denial, part disbelief. “You can’t, I can’t, Phineas, please.” He started to pull away, pressing a hand against Phineas’ chest, but Phineas gripped his ass and the back of his neck and held him close.

“You think I wont?” they threatened, shaking him slightly. A panicked whimper rose in Leannan’s throat. Not Maeve. Not patient, quiet, thoughtful Maeve.

“It’s just a whispered lie,” Phineas hissed, “What’s the harm in sharing?”

Leannan squeezed his eyes shut. He knew Phineas could do it – would do it. Maeve didn’t deserve that.

Whatever came from breaking his vow, Leannan could handle it. He would endure it, for Maeve.

“She – she claimed that La Libera didn’t kill the Iowans,” Leannan whispered, as if saying it quietly made it less of a transgression, “That they’re all alive, on the far side of Lake Ontario.”

Phineas froze, staring at him for a moment, before they smiled warmly.

“Good boy, Leannan,” they pressed against him, kissing his jaw, “What a good boy you are for me.” Their lower hand started to pull down Leannan’s skirt.

The praise, the panic, the taboo, the relief of saving Maeve – it all overwhelmed Leannan, and he gripped Phineas’ shirt and nestled his face into the crook of their neck, desperate for some stability.

“Phineas, what if something bad happens now?” he whined, as Phineas dropped his skirt to the floor.

“Hej, I won’t let anyone hurt you, bebino,” Phineas murmured into his ear.

“But something bad has to happen to me now,” Leannan insisted as Phineas groped his hips, his rear, kissing his neck, “I’ve broken my vow of secrecy twice!” His fear was turning Phineas’ touches cold.

“I won’t let anything happen,” Phineas soothed, but Leannan was unswayed. He pushed against Phineas’ chest, drawing back to look them in the eye.

“You don’t understand, something bad has to happen, I will be punished, and I don’t want James to…” He shook his head forcefully. Enjolras’ words were worming their way into his mind. There had to be a way out of this, a way to make it right – then it struck him.

“Phineas, you can do it, you can punish me!” he fisted his hands in their shirt, breathy and frantic, “Please, Phineas, I know you won’t take it too far.”

Phineas stared at him, a strange light coming to life in their eyes as Leannan begged, rising onto his tiptoes, eyes wide.

“Please, punish me, Phineas! Any way you see fit, just – please? Please punish me?”

This had to work. Leannan had to atone. What better way to alone than to submit himself to Phineas? Phineas would know what to do.

Phineas enjoyed Leannan’s desperation for a moment longer, lifting a hand to cup his cheek.

“Ask again,” they whispered.

Leannan gulped, tears rising, searching Phineas’ eyes.

“Please punish me.”

Phineas smiled, brushing a thumb over Leannan’s lips.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

~~~

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[a-heart-full-of-dumb]

I just need to talk about the dynamic between Grantaire and Enjolras in the Dutch tour I saw yesterday cause holy shit it was good

I saw an understudy for Grantaire (Leon de Graaf) and the main actor for Enjolras (Mark Roy Luykx) so I am not sure if this dynamic is different with the main actor for Grantaire.

The moment we get introduced to Grantaire in red and black he's sitting at a table in the corner, already very clearly very drunk. He's joking with Bossuet, already making a mockery of the whole revolution while also desperately glancing at Enjolras.

The moment Marius comes in and starts rambling about love, Grantaire perks up, sensing there's something he can go along with to maybe get Enjolras's attention (but also cause 'finally something interesting happens' as he's definitely still a bit of an asshole at this point) and full on throws himself into Marius's arms and plants himself on his lap while Enjolras is staring daggers into his back. During the end of Grantaire's solo as his bottle gets thrown around the backroom, Enjolras catches it and Grantaire nearly stumbles over his feet coming to a stop in front of him. The look on Grantaire's face omg. I genuinely expected cartoon heart eyes to pop out if his. The man definitely admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. During Enjolras's scolding speech to Marius, Grantaire makes a very big mockery of it, jokingly marching around the room, making funny faces, etc. But when he notices Enjolras doesn't notice it, he sits back down.

He keeps drinking and mocking and laughing loudly at everything during the remainder of the song until the point where Gavroche comes in with the news that General Lamarque had died. The moment Enjolras starts about how they will rise on the funeral day, Grantaire drops his mockery and just panics. The fear and sadness in his eyes as he looked at Enjolras omg. Enjolras, again, doesn't notice.

From this point on, Grantaire seemingly only uses his mockery as a mask and a way to get Enjolras's attention.

At the start of act 2, after the dogs will bark flees will bite part, Enjolras hands Grantaire a rifle. Grantaire gives Enjolras a surprised look and then looks at the rifle like he had never seen one before. He shakes his head, hands the rifle to one of the woman on the barricade and storms off stage. (Immediately followed by a worried looking Bossuet.) Enjolras doesn't see this either. Nor does he notice Grantaire's spiraling from that point on. All he sees is the mockery, the laughing, the pointing, he just hears how loud Grantaire will laugh at his statements. This is what Grantaire seemingly wanted him to see too.

Then drink with me happens. At the end of their solo's, Feuilly, Jehan and Joly are standing next to each other as Grantaire pushes himself through them, laughing and exclaiming loudly "drink with me!" The others laugh as well, being used to this behaviour from Grantaire. At first Enjolras just shoots a glance into his direction, but the moment Grantaire goes onto his next line, Enjolras keeps an eye on him as if intrigued by what might happen. The moment Grantaire mentions death he nearly starts a fight and sends Joly into another panic attack. Enjolras decides that that's his que to come in and climbs down the barricade.

He stops maybe a few metres in front of Grantaire, but he doesn't look mad. The expression on Enjolras's face was kind and soft and concerned. This seems to be the first time Enjolras really sees Grantaire without the mockery. He's now standing in front of an emotional and terrified man. Enjolras starts to say something (the audience doesn't hear what) but Grantaire cuts him off. Enjolras goes to pull Grantaire into a hug, but Grantaire pushes him away. Enjolras tries again, Grantaire pushes him away again and storms past him. He leans against a wall at the side of the stage, his back turned to the others and sobs. Enjolras stares at his back for a few seconds, looking sad himself before going back to the barricade. Gavroche had run after Grantaire and pulled the man into a hug as Grantaire kept sobbing.

Grantaire continues to spiral even harder from that moment on. Completely collapsing after the death of Gavroche and I genuinely thought he was gonna drink himself to oblivion.

Then the final battle happens. Grantaire starts it the same way he went trough all the battles so far, slumped in a corner, drinking heavily. When Marius gets shot however and falls to the ground both Grantaire and Enjolras run over to him. After checking Marius's pulse Enjolras stands up to go back to the barricade, but Grantaire just clutches and clings to him and pulls him back down. Enjolras frees himself from Grantaire's grasp and holds Grantaire's face with both hands. Grantaire says something to him we can't hear as an audience, looking completely desperate. Enjolras says something back. Again we don't hear what.

Enjolras goes back to the barricade but instead of following him, Grantaire does the only thing he can think of. He reaches for his bottle. Looking determined to drink himself to death. After one sip however, he changes his mind and rushes back to the barricade, ready to follow Enjolras this time. But he gets pushed back by the other amis. They won't allow him onto the barricade and its as if they're trying to get him to leave this place and safe himself. So Grantaire has to helplessly watch how Enjolras gets shot and killed. Grantaire is looking completely overwhelmed and desperate and sad and like he doesnt know what to do with himself anymore. However something changes in Grantaire as he sees Enjolras die. He freezes up for a few seconds, before standing up straighter than he'd done before, determined he pushes back the last remaining amis, who are still trying to get him to leave and starts climbing the barricade as the last of the students get shot. Looking more steady, determined and sober than he had done the entire musical, he reaches the top of the barricade, spreads his arms and gets shot.

[kjack89]

Make Use of Thee

For @themiserablesmonth Day 7: Blood. If y'all thought this was gonna be anything other than angsty...

E/R, medieval AU because why not. Major Character Death.

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The last remaining tower in the castle keep shook with the force of the cannon blast, and Enjolras winced from where he was bracing the door. After a long moment, he glanced sideways at Combeferre, leaning against the door next to him. “More?” he asked, the single word heavy with the exhaustion that followed a day of heavy fighting. 

Combeferre listened intently for a long moment, then shook his head. “I think not,” he said, sounding just as tired as Enjolras felt. “They will wait until light.”

“We are no threat now,” Enjolras said, voicing what Combeferre was certainly thinking.

This was not their first battle together, but the lengthy campaigns of the past compared little to the intense fighting they had faced over the past eighteen or so hours. Enjolras supposed that it was because they found themselves on the other side now, facing an army with more men, better arms, and absolutely no compunction about massacring anyone who stood in their way.

Enjolras and the ragtag group of fighters still remaining had righteousness on their side, but it seemed unlikely that righteousness would be enough to prevail. 

Slowly, Enjolras straightened, still on edge in case the barrage resumed. But Combeferre’s prediction seemed to hold, and Enjolras nodded at Combeferre, who also straightened. “Courfeyrac has the watch,” he said. “You should get some rest.”

Combeferre gave him a tight smile. “I will sleep when you sleep.”

Enjolras snorted, about to retort when Bossuet dashed up, his face pale even in the flickering torchlight. “Enjolras,” he gasped, and Enjolras reached out to steady him, searching his face.

“What news?” he asked urgently.

Bossuet swallowed, glancing at Combeferre before looking back at Enjolras. “Grantaire,” he said, and Enjolras felt as though the floor had dropped out from under him. 

“Where?” he managed, his grip on Bossuet’s arm tightening. “Where is he?”

Bossuet jerked his head and Enjolras hurried after him down the darkened passage. He knew better than to ask for specifics, had known it since Prouvaire had perished at the hand of their enemy, the first blood spilled but without doubt not the last. And now, Grantaire—

Enjolras’s chest was tight and he barely even noticed that he was shaking as he stumbled in Bossuet’s wake, reaching out to steady himself against the stone wall. All too soon, they arrived at what Enjolras recognized vaguely as a storeroom, and he almost made a jest about Grantaire guarding the wine, but the look on Bossuet’s tongue stayed his tongue.

Instead, he took a deep breath and stepped inside.

It was even darker in the room than the hall, a single torch casting eerie shadows against the wall, against Joly, crouched next to—

“I am here,” Grantaire said, looking up at him from his prone position on the floor, and Enjolras gripped the wooden door post to keep himself upright.

“Grantaire,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper.

Grantaire’s back was propped against the wall, his hands pressed to his chest, and even in the dim light, Enjolras could tell that his fingers were stained with blood. “I am sorry,” Grantaire said, and Enjolras shook his head automatically.

“Do not say that.”

Grantaire grimaced. “I have failed you.”

“Never,” Enjolras breathed.

A ghost of a smile crossed Grantaire’s lips. “Not even at the Barrière du Maine?”

“Not even then.”

Grantaire coughed wetly. “Not even by dying?”

Only then did Enjolras move, dropping to his knees next to Grantaire. “Do not say that,” he said fiercely. “You—”

“Enjolras,” Joly said softly, and Enjolras closed his eyes, knowing what words Joly need not say.

Grantaire smiled again, his teeth flecked with blood. “Not even your belief can save me now,” he murmured.

Enjolras swallowed back the tears he could feel burning in his throat, reaching blindly for Grantaire’s hand, the slick blood turning his calluses soft against Enjolras’s skin. “Grantaire—”

“I must ask you for a favor,” Grantaire said, coughing again.

Enjolras squeezed his hand. “If I can grant it, I will.”

Grantaire searched his expression for a long moment. “Let the last thing I see before I go to the halls of our fathers be your face. Please.”

“No,” Enjolras said sharply. “I know what you are asking of me, but I cannot. Not—” HIs voice broke. “Not by my own hand.”

“By your hand or any others’, my fate is sealed,” Grantaire whispered. “I beg of you, let me go in peace, and with what little joy I have ever known.” He attempted to squeeze Enjolras’s hand. “My truest love, please.”

On any other day, under any other circumstances, Enjolras would have chided Grantaire for speaking so freely of their most closely-guarded secret, even if he trusted the men in the room with them with his life. But Enjolras knew that even if he lived through the battle ahead, he would still find his fate at the end of a hangman’s noose. It mattered not now for what crime.

He bowed his head, choking back tears, and felt Combeferre’s hand on his shoulder. “Enjolras, the keep is overrun,” he said, his own voice shaking, just slightly. “We are surrounded. If we are to have any chance, we must fight through the weakest point of their ranks, and to do so, we cannot bring him with us.”

There was no chance of that happening either, but Enjolras did not dare say that aloud for anyone who still had hope in their hearts. He looked instead at Grantaire, struggling now to breathe. “Enjolras,” he whispered. “For the sake of those you love most, you know what you must do.”

“You think I do not love you most of all?” Enjolras asked, his voice tight.

Again, just the hint of a smile crossed Grantaire’s face. “No,” he said simply. “Not when compared to those who suffer in this world, to those for whose freedom you fight. And you know this. If it was anyone else, you would not even hesitate.”

“But it isn’t anyone else.”

Grantaire nodded tiredly, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he again spoke. “And that is why it must be you.”

There were so many arguments that Enjolras could make against that, if only he had the time. If only this were just another late night that left him and Grantaire sitting in front of the dying embers of the fire, trading arguments with each other before moving the argument to one of their chambers. If only Grantaire was grinning up at him with that usual sardonic smirk, the one that practically dared Enjolras to kiss it from his face.

But it wasn’t.

And it never again would be.

Grantaire’s breathing was even fainter now, his grip on Enjolras’s hand so faint that Enjolras almost couldn’t feel it at all, but when he spoke again, there was steel in his voice. “Strike hard, and strike true, my love. And when at long last you lay down your sword, I will find you in the halls of victory where there is nothing that will again part us.”

“I love you,” Enjolras told him, with just a hint of desperation.

One last smile, just for him. Grantaire would never know how brave he had been, here at the end. “I know.”

“Enjolras,” Combeferre said, his voice pained. “It need not be you, any one of us could—”

“Let me alone,” Enjolras said harshly, already gripping his blade. “It must be done.”

Combeferre bowed his head before helping Joly up from the floor, both men stepping outside to give Enjolras and Grantaire such privacy as they could.

Enjolras looked at Grantaire, everything he wished he could say flooding through his mind. But they had said all they needed to, and far more in everything they had left unsaid. 

In the end, there was only one thing he needed to ask, one last question he needed answered, so that he too could go to his death with some semblance of peace. “Do you permit it?”

Grantaire nodded, just once, his eyes never leaving Enjolras’s. Enjolras’s blade found its mark, and Grantaire gasped, just once, before his eyes closed forever.

Enjolras sat silently for a long moment before leaning forward to press a kiss to Grantaire’s brow. “Be at peace, my love,” he whispered.

And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras’ marble cheek.

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Posted Ch. 4 of In which Enjolras spurns Grantaire's affections and Éponine gives him a piece of her mind... possibly prompting him to reconsider Preview:

“Cake?” 

Enjolras, who had been watching the affectionate horseplay that had broken out between Grantaire and Gavroche, started and whipped around. Éponine was stiffly holding out a piece of cake to him, set on a plastic flower-shaped plate. Her face was twisted in a rather grimace-like smile.

“Oh.” Enjolras gingerly took the plate. “Thank you.” 

Her duty done, Éponine turned and took to washing the pile of dishes that had been stacked up by the sink.

“May I help?” Enjolras offered. 

Éponine grunted. “No thanks. Eat your cake.” 

Enjolras hesitated a moment — it felt wrong standing here idly watching Eponine work. But as she continued scrubbing the plates without so much glancing in his direction, he eventually bowed his head and took a bite of cake. 

A moment later, a tousled-looking Grantaire appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

“Hey guys. All’s well in here?” His gaze settled on Enjolras’s slice of cake and he beamed. “It’s good, isn’t it? I told you.” 

Enjolras nodded. “Indeed.”

Grantaire reached around Éponine and grabbed the hand towel that hung by her elbow. Enjolras observed as the man seamlessly inserted himself into Éponine’s dishwashing routine, drying every item she washed and putting it away in the appropriate place.

“So, Enjolras, have you and Combeferre settled the thing you were debating last meeting?” Grantaire asked as he rearranged the stack of plates in the cupboard above Éponine’s head (he moved the larger plates to the bottom so that they fit together more neatly). 

“Ah. The matter of the supposed counterargument to consequentialism?”

“Yeah. Something about a doctor killing someone who comes in for a nose job to donate their organs to three dying people...” 

“Indeed. We’ve not settled it between us, no, but Combeferre is wrong. It’s perfectly consistent for a consequentialist to reject that repugnant conclusion. The farther removed consequences that would result from having a society where doctors can sacrifice their patients are, nonetheless, consequences — and undesirable ones at that. That thought experiment, while widely employed to refute consequentialism, is ultimately unsuccessful in doing so.”  

Grantaire’s mouth tweaked into a lopsided, admiring grin. Éponine, on the other hand, rolled her eyes in a thoroughly unimpressed fashion. This did not escape the attention of either Enjolras or Grantaire, and the latter kicked his friend in the ankle. Éponine looked up to meet Grantaire’s unhappy gaze. Then, she ducked her head penitently. 

“I’m gonna go get the gift opening started,” Éponine mumbled, and quit the kitchen.

Grantaire and Enjolras were left alone, the former frowning after Eponine’s retreating back and the latter staring uncomfortably at the floor. Finally, Enjolras cleared his throat. 

“Grantaire,” he began. “If Éponine would rather I not be here, I can —” 

“No. No, E.” Grantaire shook his head vehemently. Then he sighed and dropped his drying cloth on the dish rack. “Look... I’m sorry about Ép. She’s trying. This is just new to her. But she’ll come around.” 

Enjolras blinked, then stared. This?  What was “this”? Was “this” hanging out with Éponine and Grantaire in her apartment? Was “this” a thing now?  

Grantaire stepped towards Enjolras. Enjolras started and almost backed away — but Grantaire only placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “Come on,” he said kindly. “Let’s go watch Azelma open her gifts.” 

-----

Enjolras watched as Grantaire fastened the new necklace Azelma had received around her neck, fluffing her hair when he was done. 

“Stylish!” he exclaimed. Then, turning to her friend, “Good taste Rachelle!” 

Éponine clucked her tongue in appreciation. “Zelma, that would go so well with your green dress, hey?” She too thanked Rachelle, and then she was passing along the next gift. 

Enjolras shifted his feet awkwardly. He wished Grantaire was the one passing out the gifts right now... That would be easier. He considered navigating around the gaggle of teenagers to get to Grantaire, but decided he couldn’t do so without looking like a fool. So, when Éponine stepped back again to watch Azelma open the next gift, Enjolras drew closer to her and coughed lightly.

“Éponine.” 

She turned to him. Enjolras observed that she flinched ever so slightly, and he felt a wave of guilt. He shouldn’t have come here. It was clear he was ruining this special day for Éponine. He would just give her his gift now and take the first opportunity to leave.

Enjolras straightened his shoulders and held out an envelope to Éponine. 

Éponine’s eyes flicked down to it, then widened in surprise. The envelope was addressed to Azelma. 

“Oh.” Eponine lifted her head again to meet Enjolras’s gaze. He wasn’t certain, but he thought she looked a little abashed. “Thank you…” she said, and her voice was softer than Enjolras had heard it yet. 

When Azelma and Grantaire had finished cooing over her last gift, Éponine walked up to her sister. Dropping the envelope in her hand, she said something too quietly for Enjolras to hear. Azelma cast a surprised look in his direction. Then, her eyes crinkled in a smile. Behind Azelma’s shoulder, Grantaire too was smiling — it was a smile that overflowed with warmth and seemed to make his entire face shine.

“It’s a gift card to Duckfeet Dancewear,” Azelma announced, once she had opened the envelope. “Enjolras, how did you know I dance?” 

“Your sister mentioned it,” Enjolras replied. “She said Grantaire was teaching you. I’m sorry, I’m aware gift cards are dull presents, but I didn’t know —” 

“No.” Azelma shook her head, still smiling kindly. “Thank you. It’s perfect.” 

-----

Grantaire and Éponine stood in front of Enjolras as he slipped his shoes on and retrieved his jacket from the closet. Grantaire was grinning at Enjolras he leaned against Éponine, his elbow perched on her shoulder. As for Éponine, her face was twisted in a rather strained, discomfited expression that solidified Enjolras’s resolve to hurry his departure. “Thank you very much for having me here tonight,” he said, his voice carefully measured. He nodded first to Grantaire, then to Éponine. 

“Our pleasure, E.” Grantaire chirped. “Was fun having you around. Come on over anytime, yeah?” 

Enjolras flinched. Then, he frowned. “Grantaire, with all due respect…” He had intended to finish by saying that that wasn’t Grantaire’s invitation to make. However, at that moment his mind flashed back to Grantaire effortlessly putting away Eponine’s dishes, play-wrestling with Gavroche, fastening the necklace for Azelma… and he wondered whether that would even be a correct statement.

Suddenly, Enjolras’s reverie was broken by Éponine stepping towards him. She looked distressed, and Enjolras again felt remorse at having intruded against her will. But then, she extended her hand to him to shake. 

“Thank you so much for bringing Azelma a gift,” she said quietly. “That was really nice of you.”

Enjolras’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “But of course. You needn’t thank me for that. It was her birthday party after all.” 

Éponine smiled at him — a small, rueful smile that nonetheless seemed to soften her aspect. There was a moment’s silence, in which Eponine and Enjolras simply stood looking at each other. Then Grantaire cleared his throat.

“You’re supposed to shake her hand, E.” His voice was loaded with amusement — perhaps even joy.

Enjolras started. With a somewhat spasmodic gesture, he reached forward and clasped Éponine’s proffered hand.

“À plus tard,* Éponine.” 

Her grip tightened on his hand, and her words somehow seemed laced with significance as she responded: “À bientôt,** Enjolras.” 

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As soon as the door closed behind Enjolras, Grantaire’s arm flashed towards Éponine and hooked her waist. With a flourish that could only have come from his dance training, he spun her into him and enveloped her in a hug. 

“I’m proud of you.”

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*À plus tard = See you later **À bientôt = See you soon

[inappropriatestork]

Oh man, so I got to see Les Mis again tonight (a bit over a month after seeing in it Charlotte), this time with my friend Heather in Greensboro.

It was the same production, of course, but we did have a different Valjean this time (he was an understudy, but holy shit, he might have been BETTER than the usual one?) and I have more yelling to do.

Also, I will forget all the details I don't write them down, so here goes:

We had an understudy Valjean, which worried me after my last understudy Valjean who couldn't hit the high notes on Bring Him Home. This time we had Randy Jeter, who was the Bishop when I saw it in Charlotte. But holy SHIT, he was AMAZING. He might have been better than the regular Valjean, Nick Cartell.

He had just a slightly more powerful voice, maybe, a bit more contrast and depth, I don't know. He was incredible. His Bring Him Home absolutely hit me harder than last time. Maybe I was just paying closer attention because I was worried once we saw we had an understudy but from his first line I was like "HOLY SHIT he's good!!'

Most of the same notes from last show still apply, Once again Gregory Lee Rodriguez was particularly good as Marius - and I don't even especially like Marius, but he makes him somehow a little more likeable, and like, you think he's just likeable and a perfectly good singer and then Empty Chairs comes around and he finds a whole new level with his voice and emotion and blows you away.

And I still just want to give all the awards to Kyle Adams as Grantaire. Because he's so spot on perfect, but it's subtle. Like probably a majority of the audience don't really know who Grantaire is or his motivations or character, he's just another barricade boy, so they don't pay him any particular attention. But the fans who do know more of the backstory, if you watch him in particular, he's so good.

The way he keeps to the edges of the barricade boys crowd, always a bit apart, the mocking touch to his gestures and mannerisms even when he has no lines, the undercurrents of bitterness and devastation...just so good. Like when Gavroche arrives and says Lamarque is dead, he kind of drops into a chair abruptly and slumps, like he's realizing "oh shit, this is about to get real."

And after Gavroche died, in the final battle on the barricade, Enjolras comes down for a moment to comfort him about Gavroche, and when Enjolras turns to climb back up, Grantaire grabs at him as if to stop him. Enjolras goes anyway, of course, and Grantaire kind of makes some abortive efforts to follow him but the battle intensifies and he falls back to the ground. A moment later though, he climbs up again; he still doesn't make it to Enjolras, who falls on the far side of the barricade as he's shot, but Grantaire is one of the last to fall.

Anyway I just love his Grantaire. It's probably unnoticed by a lot of the audience who don't know the story and characters as well, but if you do know to look for it, he's spot on.

And a random nerdy note - I never noticed before that there's a blink-and-you-miss-it nod to the Petit Gervais bit from the book. I definitely missed that last time.

Anyway, I'm both on cloud nine because it was so good and also sad because it's over and I don't know when I'll get to see it again and it's just honestly one of my favorite things on earth.

Anyway, I suppose I'm off to read some Valjean/Javert fic.

[saintmouthed]

dtcfdp chapter 3 (author commentary)

I fear it is time to Reread dtcfdp Again and I'm going to be so annoying about it, actually. Anyway I'm gonna basically reread my own fic and liveblog the experience. Chapter 3 commentary starts under the cut!

chapter 1 commentary here

chapter 2 commentary here

"It wasn’t until he got out of the shower that he realized somehow he’d made it home with Ange’s jacket."

Right off the bat this made me smile so big. Yes... his jacket... I had NO motivation to have R take Enjolras's jacket... none at all

Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling today? Ange.

oh my OWN heart jumped at sweetheart this time around.

That sounds like something someone just trying to make me feel better would say. R. I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m being honest. But, is it working? Ange. Grantaire thinks about this. A little. R.

they make me SICK (in the best way)

“What, you think I don’t have a key to this place?” That’s not something that had ever occurred to Grantaire. “Oh.” He says, after a thoughtful moment. Éponine laughs at him. “Bossuet let me in before he went to class, dipshit.”

LMAO this is so fucking funny I completely forgot about this. I don't reread this chapter often so this is like experiencing a whole new fic. Though I don't remember why I don't reread this chapter often? Is it the trivia one? that might be why. More on that later if it is the trivia one.

“Well…” Joly, at least, looks a little abashed. “It might have been…Enjolras?” “Enjolras?” Éponine gasps, before bursting into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding?” God, Grantaire is completely lost. “You know this guy?” “Yeah.” She waves a dismissive hand, as if he has any idea what she’s talking about. “We’ve met, obviously, and I went to a few meetings. Joly, are you serious?”

HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THIS ADFASDFJ... "are you fucking kidding" it was so funny having everyone be like 'oh yeah grantaire you'd HATE enjolras' meanwhile grantaire is already sickening in love with him

OH MY GOD IT'S THE ROPE BITE NIGHT CHAPTER...

if you haven't read the Enjolras ficlet I wrote for this one or the Jehan ficlet... you should

aw... Grantaire learning to tie a futomomo... me too buddy

Ange rolls his eyes. “I trust you haven’t traumatized one of our newest members yet, Jehan?” “I leave frightening the newbies to you, my dear, that’s usually your area of expertise.” Grantaire wonders which one of them picked up the casual pet names first.

I'm OBSESSED WITH THEM

wow props to past me for writing that rope demo so beautifully damn

oh god... it IS the trivia one

I've seen the rope twist one before IRL it IS mean

CHEERS I DO LOVE A ZIPPER THOUGH

“How would you drop a raw egg from a height onto a concrete floor without cracking it?” Ange asks, blithely ignoring R’s commentary. “You…can’t?” “It takes more than an egg to crack a concrete floor, darling.”

an anon sent me this one back in the day!!! I love this... and I loved reading about the first zipper getting ripped off tbh.

the thing I don't like about the trivia chapter is that it's another of those threads I never followed through bc there was simply SO MUCH going on in this fic. And the Gutenberg question makes me cringe, but that's another story LMAO.

THE ROPE AS A FLOGGER WHO CHEERED. I saw this in a video once and it made me feel insane.

Grantaire either A. shrieks or B. blacks out (though there is that last possibility C. which is both)

Real as fuck grantaire

WAIT FUCK IS THIS THE PHONE NUMBER everybody hang on

FUCK

IT IS

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“It’s…” Ange hesitates on the last character, felt tip of the pen stilling on Grantaire’s skin for a brief moment before he follows through. “My phone number.”

OH MY GOD

“I mean, it’s—it’s still nothing. I mean, not nothing, it’s definitely, uh, something.”

sure is !!!

this chapter was good actually idk why I tend to skip it

[combeferres-mothematics]

foot/feet 😈

Joly nodded, readjusting the blanket as he settled back onto the couch, watching his friend walk away. Just as he’d said, it was no more than five minutes before Enjolras was at his side again, dropping a new bag into his lap, which Joly accepted gratefully. He then took the chance to look more closely at Enjolras, from his bare feet to the snowflakes melting in his hair. “Please tell me you didn’t go out in bare feet.” Enjolras guiltily slid under the blanket, pressing the mug of tea into Joly’s hand. “Why don’t you try another sip of tea?”

From Even the Darkest Nights will End

[browneyesandhair]

Hey! It's ya girl! April Edition

I got no chill and a large obsession with a lot of things. So this year, I'm tracking it! Okay, so this year, is the year of recs! (you may have seen some of my posts, but I also have an extensive queue, so maybe not (check out the #recs on my page)). Running a little behind (it's already June, oops!)

Anyways, I've created a collection for this year overall and then also for each month! Let's check out April's stats -

Works read (&finished): 112

Fandoms (top 8):

1 - Bridgerton: 33

2 - Harry Potter: 28

3 - The Vampire Diaries: 16

4 - Young Justice: 15

5 - Les Miserables: 13

6 - Criminal Minds: 2

7 - Percy Jackson and the Olympians: 1

8- Merlin: 1

The rest didn't make the first drop down section of AO3, so oh well! Let's check in on relationships (top 8):

1 - Polin: 33

2 - Klaroline: 16

3 - Spitfire: 14

4- Enjolras/Eponine: 13

5 - Harmony: 9

6 - Hinny: 5

7 - Roy Harper/Jade Nguyen: 4

8 - Dick Grayson/Zatanna Zatara: 2

Quite a few recs that were reread/added to the list this month:

Harry Potter:

The Changeling by Annerb

Summary:

Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.

Sequels also read: pick it up, pick it all up and start again, we can still be, who we said we were, and in my head we do everything right

Six Pomegranate Seeds by Seselt

Summary:

At the end, something happened. Hermione clutches at one fraying thread, uncertain whether she is Arachne or Persephone. What she does know is that she will keep fighting to protect her friends even if she must walk a dark path.

Sequels also read: Bouquet of Asphodels

Forever Means Forever by cocoartist

Summary:

If she ever saw Unspeakable Number 37 again she would kill him with her bare hands: Hermione's research into the Veil has an unexpected side-effect. COMPLETE.

Les Mis:

It Is Not a Word Spoken by CrazyAce_n_PokerFace

Summary:

*…I don't understand. You can't possibly be suggesting you were seriously trying to sext me.* She stares at his words and exhales slowly before typing, *And if I was…?* É/E Modern AU. The long-awaited sexting fic. Very NSFW. Dedicated to the wonderful samthenardier as a birthday gift. Title taken from the lovely poem "It Is Not a Word" by Sara Teasdale.

Merlin:

Radioman by Footloose

Summary:

The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can't keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn't good enough, either. Except he is.

Atla:

Returned for a Better Try (to Make a Better Time) by atypicalhypocrite

Summary:

The Fire Lord’s blast is sharp and thorough. Still on his knees before his father, a thirteen year old dies instantly. Another Zuko, once teacher to the avatar and a Fire Lord himself, jolts into being in his place, and deals with the consequences. Timeline preservation nothing, he’s going to be a better Fire Lord this time, and start sooner.

Star Trek:

Ten Degrees Below Zero by kianspo

Summary:

After a serious incident aboard a starship, Commander Spock is demoted and transferred to a remote base where he must now serve with other "undesirables." He adjusts to his new rank and duties, and, while the future does look bleak, he is not ready to give up on himself or Starfleet yet. There is work to be done and hope to be found, especially as he begins to get to know his new colleagues, particularly one intriguing engineering officer James Kirk...

The Vampire Diaries:

At Horizon's Edge by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Sometimes when a girl goes on a shopping trip to pick up a new pair of boots at the local, and somewhat hostile, human space station, she accidentally aids and abets a prison break instead. What happens in the black really doesn't stay in the black.

The Umbrella Academy:

broken still you breathe (breathe, breathe, just breathe) by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated

Summary:

“He’s not coming,” Luther says impatiently. “Let's just get this over with.” “Who’s not coming?” The voice sounds behind them suddenly, and all of them startle and whip around in synchronization. “Klaus,” Luther hears himself say distantly. “You’re…here.” Four tilts his head, bringing his hand to his lips and inhaling deeply around the cigarette dangling between his fingers. When he exhales, the smoke curls around his head like a halo before drifting into the air. “Yeah, well, I would’ve gotten here sooner,” Four says around the cigarette. “But I just really didn’t want to.” *** Number Four shows up to the funeral three hours late with an iced latte in one hand and a cigarette dangling from the other. Or; Klaus fled the Academy the day they turned eighteen. He never looked back. Ten years later, their father dies. Number Four returns. And none of them quite know what to do with this new version of their black sheep brother. AKA: Klaus single-handedly stops the apocalypse. It really wasn't that hard, so if everyone could stop looking at him like that, that would be great, thanks.

Bridgerton:

Plenty Far To Fall by useyourtelescope

Summary:

When financial troubles mean third-son Colin Bridgerton must cease his yearly travels and find employment instead, he has difficulty finding something suitable. Until he learns of a unique position being offered by the notorious gossip columnist Lady Whistledown.

Alright, that's all folks (mostly), for fun, here are the top 8 additional tags from the stories that I read in April:

AU - Modern Setting: 24

AU: 16

Smut: 14

Fluff: 10

Friends to Lovers: 10

AU - Canon Divergence: 9

Angst: 8

Explicit Sexual Content: 7

And, that's all folks (for real this time)!

[lesamisagainstnapoleon]

modern ami headcanons

Feuilly has had the same phone case for six years. It's green with "Poland" printed in capital letters inside a heart, and Feuilly refuses to give it up. "It's not protecting your phone, Feuilly!" "Yeeaaahhh, it definitely is. Anyway I can't afford one" "THEY'RE LIKE TEN BUCKS FEUILLY I CAN GET ONE FOR YOU--" "really, I'm good, thanks :)" (as he drops his phone and the case gets a new crack)

Bahorel is famous for arriving to class late, and always in a new way. The students (and secretly, the professors) all look forward to his daily entrances. Sometimes he's on roller blades, other times he's hopping on one foot and wearing a giant purple wig. On days when he's sick and can't make it to class, everyone feels a little less energetic and happy to be there.

Combeferre is adamant about helping people with their studies. "I don't really want to bother you but--" "SHOW ME THE ASSIGNMENT" He gets legitimately SO excited when people ask him for homework help. One of his favorite people to help is Gavroche, who has a bit of trouble with long division. Combeferre always makes studying seem fun and enjoyable, and the people he helps always leave the sessions with a little more confidence in their future grades.

Jehan enters monthly poetry competitions. He's literally always writing poetry, whether in a little notebook he always carries with him, or on his phone, or on the nearest ami's sleeve. Courfeyrac has one jacket covered in Jehan's poetry. It's his favorite thing to wear, he says, and he'll never wash it so the poems don't wear off. Jehan has won a bunch of competitions before, and usually spends the money on some more plants for his flat, or on a gift for one of his friends.

Joly is the best nurse ever. When one of the amis fall sick, he bakes up a giant container of cookies (depending on what the sick ami's preference is), grabs a stack of movies and two bottles of ginger ale, and heads to the sick ami's place to take care of them. Aside from practically force-feeding them liquids and telling them to blow their nose ("you'll feel better!!") every five minutes, he's amazing at making sick people feel better.

Enjolras is literally the best cook. You might not think it to look at him, but he can make a mean dish of lasagna or a superb shepherd's pie. Every few weeks, he has the group over to his place for his newest recipe, and whenever one of their birthdays rolls around, he "accidentally" ends up making their favorite meal for the gathering. "Oh, I just felt like making it--" "Come on, Enj, you made it for me. This is my favorite." "Aw, nah, I just felt inspired to make it--" "Enjolras"

Bossuet has a google doc that he fills with dad jokes. So far it's three hundred pages, and he adds new ones practically every day. No conversation with him is complete without him pulling up the doc and reading one of the jokes out loud, accompanied by many groans and eye rolls. People who meet him for the first time must pass the trial of hearing at least five of the jokes in a conversation before he can consider making them his friend. Each joke is so cringe-worthy it's hilarious, and Bossuet marks his favorites by changing them into bright pink text.

Grantaire takes his sketchbook literally everywhere. There's no place the amis go that he doesn't bring it. He's constantly sketching random things-- a woman at a restaurant who was reading a book, a dog who followed them to one of their meetings, a butterfly that landed on the tip of his bottle. He makes sketches of the amis, too-- laughing, playing video games together, watching movies, having a popcorn battle or a pillow fight. He'll often randomly leave one of the sketches of the amis with one of them, tucking it in the hood of their sweatshirt or under their plate for them to find later.

Courfeyrac knows, like, so much movie trivia. It's impossible for the amis to watch any movie without him rattling off something about this or that location, or oh did you know that in this scene he actually broke his toe which is why he yelled like that? None of the amis know how he gets so much trivia, but somehow he does, and while it's interesting it also gets slightly annoying when he's interrupting for the forty thousandth time to tell about that actor's wig and how they dropped it in the water accidentally. "Courfeyrac I love you but could you please let us finish this scene in peace, this is the saddest part and you just told us that the actor belched during the first take of it, puh-leeze can we just watch for a minute"

Marius gets extremely giddy when he's nervous about things. The amis will be entering one of their classes in which they have a test and Marius will suddenly latch onto one of their arms and start giggling madly while saying, "I remembered the funniest thing yesterday--" and the amis will just look at each other like "he's losing it again" and then as Marius babbles incoherently about how his dog sneezed when he was a child one of them will just pat his back and as Marius sits down and starts talking faster and waving his arms and laughing really loud because "HAHAHA, MY SHOE JUST SQUEAKED GUYS AHAHAH" they'll just nod at each other before giving Marius some Benedryl they've hidden in a cookie or something so he can calm down. Then they'll take the test and as soon as he finishes he just passes out

Gavroche is the most popular kid in his fifth grade class, mostly because he is constantly telling the teacher they should be eating candy instead of learning. (This may or may not be encouraged by Courfeyrac, who has gotten several emails concerning Gavroche's behavior but who only further inspires Gavroche to keep going). He also constantly draws goofy faces on the whiteboard when his teacher is not looking, resulting in uncontrollable snickering until the teacher turns around, sees it, and bursts into laughter herself while also trying to scold Gavroche, who looks at her with angel eyes and acts like he's been in his seat the whole time.

Eponine is a master at laser tag. Whenever the amis are looking for something to do she's always like "Oh I know I know, laser tag!" and they all internally groan because oh gosh she's about to slaughter them again. She sneaks around and you have no clue she's there until she hits you. Screams of terror often fill the air when she strikes, because she'll lurk around a corner and then leap out, a terrifying smile on her face, before targeting whatever unfortunate ami has stumbled across her. She always wins. Always. (Jehan always loses but that's because he doesn't want to take out his friends).

[aromantic-enjolras]

The Amis and preachers headcanons

I got accosted in the street the other day by a woman who wanted to ask me if “I believed in God”, and it got me thinking about what each of the Amis’ reactions to it would be. So here you have it, the Amis vs street preachers!

Enjolras goes for the throat. The second he understands more or less what their deal is, he starts ennumerating the ways their specific Church is negatively impacting people’s lives. LGBT+ rights, women’s rights, pedophilia scandals, colonialism... this guy knows more about the dirty deeds of your church that you even knew existed, and he will tell you all about them.

Combeferre uses them as a case study. He engages them in conversation because he loves trying to understand exactly what rethorical manipulation tricks they use and why, and oh, god, if they appear to be on the cospirationist side, then he has a field day. Feel lucky if he doesn’t take out a notebook to take notes.

Courfeyrac has too much raised-Christian queer trauma to find any amusement in engaging with people trying to tell him how awesome religion is. He brushes them off as quick as possible, because he doesn’t want to end up punching someone or bursting into tears.

Jehan just looks at them gently in the eyes for a moment and says “.... I’m Jewish.”

Bahorel has a tendency to defy them to duels. “If your god is so awesome, they’ll protect you, won’t they? Hey, if you beat me in a fair fight, I’ll go to your next meeting and be all ears, I promise!” They haven’t gotten anyone willing to fight them, they’re kind of sad about it.

Feuilly acts like he doesn’t speak French. It usually works quite well... at least, if you don’t count the one time where the preacher spoke Farsi. He wasn’t expecting that!!

Joly pretends to be really interested, and when they are getting really enthusiastic about finally recruiting someone, he starts dropping crumbs of his life choices: him being queer, and in a poly relationship, and working in abortions, and... It’s very funny to see them flounder to defend why he still can come to church, promise, while looking like they’re sucking on a lemon.

Bossuet asks them about their missionary actions, and if they have even one foot in Africa he calmly gives them a talk on colonialism and imperialism.

Grantaire uses his extensive Greek Mythology knowledge to pretend he’s a real-life worshipper of the Olympic Pantheon and he very earnestly tries to convert them back using their own techniques. Bossuet has a series of videos of preachers’ baffled responses, they’re some of the favourite content on his phone.

Cosette, having been raised by leftist new age Christian Valjean, calmly and gently destroys all their arguments using quotes from the Bible and her extensive theological knowledge.

And Marius just flounders around and listens to them politely because he’s too awkward to do otherwise. If it wasn’t for the Amis he would probably have ended in half a dozen sects, just because “they were nice, I can’t not go to the meeting!”

Hope you enjoyed this!

[therenlover]

Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

 💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

You asked me for this ask so that you wouldn't forget... You said that my fic 'Who wants to live forever' gave you ExR brainrot, and I would love to hear more about it!! Can you expand a little on it, please? :D

Some post-fic ExR headcanons to go with @aromantic-enjolras’ fic Who Wants to Live Forever that they very very kindly wrote for me a little while ago, because I have an ExR trash brain, as is my right 😌😌😌 go read the fic because it’s damn good (and Combeferre comes for Grantaire’s whole life which is very iconic of him)!

The days after Enjolras leaves for Honduras, Grantaire is...Jumpy, to put it mildly. He keeps waking up at weird times of the night to check the news and looks at his phone when it hasn’t gone off and losing focus when he’s meant to be paying attention in meetings or while working on commissions. Joly, Bossuet and Musichetta know exactly what he’s thinking about, and do everything they can to distract him

It’s a few weeks before Enjolras has the time to set up a video call with Les Amis- But they all gather in Jehan’s apartment and somehow all fit around a laptop. And Grantaire finds himself pleasantly surprised. Because the Wi-Fi connection is shitty, dropping in and out, and he has to leave after about 20 minutes, but...Enjolras looks completely fine. He’s healthy and talkative and just...Enjolras, same as always. He even has a tan. Grantaire hadn’t realised he’d had a tight knot of worry in his chest for several weeks, but he feels when it loosens. 

Two weeks later, he sends Enjolras a tentative message, just checking in, asking how he’s doing. That’s normal, right? That’s a friendly thing to do? And Enjolras replies instantly, with a big long spiel about his plans for the day, and then a question about Grantaire’s day tagged on at the end. 

They talk pretty regularly after that. Sometimes about the whole...Human Shield Thing, but mostly about small, everyday things. Grantaire complains about stupid customers in the cafe he works in part-time and his newest commission. Enjolras complains about his sunburn and tells Grantaire how his Spanish is coming along. It’s just normal. And really, really nice. 

A few months in, Enjolras stops contacting anyone for about 24 hours. He normally checks in with Combeferre and Courfeyrac at least once a day, but this time...Nothing. Grantaire spends most of those twenty four hours forcing himself to do deep breathing exercises, because he’s fine, he’s just busy, he isn’t lost or kidnapped or injured or...

Enjolras sends a message a day later “Sorry! Lost my phone! All good here, say happy birthday to Joly for me :)” like nothing’s wrong. Honestly, one of these days he’s going to give Grantaire a goddamn heart attack

And then, just like that, eleven months has passed and Enjolras is ending the monthly video chat at Jehan's with “I’ll see you all next week!” 

Grantaire leaves Enjolras alone for a few weeks once he gets back. He's sure he must have been busy, getting his apartment sorted and a job and catching up with their friends, he didn't want to bother him.

It's Enjolras who suggests they meet up first. “I’ve been talking to you for months, and I can’t remember the last time I saw you in person!”

They get coffee and Enjolras gives Grantaire back the charm he'd been given. "I always felt safe when I wore it. One time I took it off to shower and forgot to put it back on before I left the house. I felt so on edge all day, and nothing happened but I didn’t expect to feel so affected by it. I missed it.” And then he smiles at Grantaire. “I missed you as well, actually.”

Outwardly, Grantaire just smiles and says he missed Enjolras too, but inside he’s stuck somewhere between freaking out, and feeling hopeful. 

Grantaire is talking about something insignificant, and when he looks up Enjolras is looking at him with a soft smile on his face. When Grantaire asks what's up, Enjolras hesitates for a second, biting his lip, and then asks, "Can this be a date?" And somehow Grantaire resists the urge to pass out from shock or do something embarrassing like a whoop and a fist pump in the middle of the cafe, and simply smiles and says, “Yes, I would really, really like that.” 

After being back in Paris for a while, Enjolras decides to get a tattoo as a souvenir from his time in Honduras. He gets the image of a blue eye on his left wrist, and Grantaire is there beside him while he gets it, holding his right hand. 

When Enjolras is going out somewhere, Grantaire will catch his left hand before he leaves and press a kiss to his skin where the tattoo is and say “Be safe”. It doesn’t matter if he’s going to the other side of the country or the supermarket down the street, Grantaire does it every time. 

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