tfw ur wife keeps ur calcified heart 🤤🤤🤤💦💦💦

Pride & Prejudice (2005) The Other Bennet Sister (2026)

tri·um·vi·rate [trahy-uhm-ver-it, -vuh-reyt]  noun

1. Roman History; the office or magistracy of a triumvir. 2. a government of three officers or magistrates functioning jointly. 3. a coalition of three magistrates or rulers for joint administration. 4. any association of three in office or authority. 5. any group or set of three.

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, background Courfeyrac/Jean Prouvaire Characters: Grantaire (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Éponine Thénardier, Jean “Jehan” Prouvaire, Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Bahorel (Les Misérables), Marius Pontmercy, Cosette Fauchelevent, Joly (Les Misérables), Bossuet Laigle, Musichetta (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School Summary:

Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn’t even opened his mouth yet. That’s got to be a record, even for them.

“I need a favor,” he says at last.

“With what?” says Grantaire. “Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I’d be awesome at cults, I just know it.” He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. “I love chanting, I look great in robes—”

During a night of drunken revelries and regrets Enjolras makes a bet with Courfeyrac.  Everyone knows not to make bets with Courfeyrac because the consequences are always elaborate and horrifying and he somehow always manages to win

But Enjolras was drunk so he made a bet with Courfeyrac

And to literally no one’s surprise he lost

Enjolras then has to keep his hair curled every day for the next week even if it means Courfeyrac curling his hair every morning because dammit Courfeyrac has never seen anything as hilarious as petulant righteously angry Enjolras surrounded by a halo of choir-boy curls.

Enjolras’ week of torment also happens to correspond with another event: a sarcastic, annoying, sceptic of a man starts attending ABC meetings.  Except this sceptic is also kind of hilarious, and has a nice laugh, and really nice eyes, and he gives as good as he gets, and he doesn’t get annoyed when Enjolras goes on tangents – and okay Enjolras might possibly be a little smitten.  But then he overhears him mention how much he loves Enjolras’ curly hair.

…At the end of the week Courfeyrac wakes up to Enjolras pounding on his bedroom door holding the curling iron and insisting that Courfeyrac needs to teach him how to curl his own hair right now this is important

Grantaire ends up not learning that Enjolras has naturally straight hair for months.  Everyone is sworn on pain of death not to tell, even though Bossuet and Joly are routinely inches away from bursting out laughing any time it’s brought up.  In fact, Grantaire only learns that Enjolras has straight hair after finals, when an exhausted, zombie-like Enjolras shuffles into the Musain on a desperate hunt for coffee because he and Courfeyrac drank all the coffee in their apartment during exams.

For a wild moment Grantaire genuinely believed Enjolras was so stressed during finals that his hair deflated.

And so one day he’s working on this really big collection that’s based on the Greek Gods and Eponine rings him one day and is like ‘we’ve found Apollo’, and texts him pictures of Enjolras (whose parents cut him off as usually happens in fanfic, and who Courfeyrac pushed into modelling part time because ‘you are the most beautiful human to exist you’ll make enough doing a week to retire for life’) and Grantaire’s just like ‘Eponine how much photoshop was used no one is that beautiful’ ‘Well see if he lives up to the photos yourself he’s over to your office’ ‘I’m not even at my office’ ‘well get the fuck over there’. And of course Enjolras doesn’t really want to be there because, even though R’s house is really famously progressive and actually does plus-sized stuff it’s still the fashion industry, it’s still a steaming pile of elitist shit. So they get arguing and it gets incredibly heated and after half an hour of outright yelling Grantaire just plays a klaxon noise on his computer and shouts ‘you are hired’, pressing the intercom ‘Eponine I’ve hired the guy, go show him the ropes’.

So begins a month of sexual tension, incredibly argumentative flirting, or flirty arguing, clothes designing and angst. (Grantaire also just keeps gifting Enjolras clothes and Courfeyrac just whines that its not fair that Enjolras gets all that couture when he doesn’t even appreciate it ‘look at this leather jacket Enj, it is one of a kind, it has been perfectly tailored for you, this is the bespoke of bespoke, we do not leave it on the floor!’)

And finally one day after the Joly-Bossuet-Musichetta trio have wheedled and whined and poked and prodded Grantaire for a week he finally throws up his hands and says ‘if it’s at a bar and I can drink I will come to your stupid activist meeting’. So they head off and its all nice and the leader isn’t there yet so they introduce him to everyone and they all chat and make friends and Grantaire thinks ‘this isn’t bad, I may enjoy myself’. Then Courfeyrac looks towards the door and says brightly ‘ah here comes our fearless leader’. And Grantaire looks over as well and the fearless leader is, of course, Enjolras and Grantaire just thinks ‘of all the activist groups in France my friends frequent the same one that my crush and employee who I argue with on a daily basis runs, of course’. And Enjolras comes over and stops still, Combeferre starts to introduce him and Enjolras just stops him and is like ‘R what are you doing here!?’ and everyone’s like ‘you know each other?’ and Enjolras turns to Combeferre and Courfeyrac and says ‘this is my boss’.

Everything goes to shit for an hour.

The meeting never actually happens.

They’re too busy interrogating Grantaire.

‘You own R? You’re R! We’ve lived with you since college and you never told us!’

‘You’re R! Your clothes are works of art I am not worthy!’

‘How did you keep this secret for ten years!’

‘I am going to kill Eponine I can’t believe she never told us!’

*Courfeyrac is cannot evening*

‘Grantaire I am legitimately impressed by your ability to maintain a double life, have you ever considered fighting crime?’

‘How did you not know I ran this activist group! How!’

‘You own our fucking building! You give us rent money every month! You pay yourself to live in your own flat!’

Eventually things calm down. Eponine is not allowed to live down the fact that she knew everything and never told anyone.

the people will decide yr fate, inspector javert!!! ft. glittering eyes & head-tilt for sadistic emphasis (x)

the close up on his dumb face during MAKE THEM BLEED WHILE WE CAN makes him look momentarily not like tripp vanderbilt in a wig but like maybe an actual murderer (x)

‘at the shrine of friendship never say die’ while hiding around a corner apart from all his friends and gazing at the ground like a fuckin emo loner (x)

some triumvirate sketch thingies i did on the plane and in the hotel. what i learned: never ever attempt art nouveau-style shit without a ruler and/or protractor oh my god monika you egg.