Enjolras: IM NOT A PEACE DISTURBER, IM AN 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑻

Grantaire: wonderful lesson on how car go

Joly: thats not QUIRKY AND FUNNY THATS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY-

Bossuet: he's got that ass-

Bahorel: beating them physically would be more fun.

Marius: language, you bitch! Oh.

feuily: I DO ALL THAT FOR FUCKING 4 DOLLARS??

Jehan: roses are red, life is hard, i will cut your throat with an uno card

Combeferre: actually, it's not 70,000 wheel drive, its 2.

✰ “The World About to Dawn,” is an upcoming, hopeful fanzine for charity focusing on the found family and relationships between the Friends of The ABC (Bahorel, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Feuilly, Grantaire, Jehan, Joly, Marius & Lesgle) from the book/musical Les Misérables split between the canon June Rebellion Era and a Modern Era. It will feature illustration, writing as well as physical merchandise.

✰ Interest Check opens March 20th and will last until April 15th, we are looking for an interest to see if our zine can be produced. The zine plans to combine illustration, writing and physical merchandise. 

✰ We hope to see you apply!

So I haven’t been very active this time, but this I can do: Here’s a care-package of fluffy or humorous fics to heal the Sads a little:

@kcrabb88:

For Every Man, Friendship - The first meeting of Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac and Feuilly doesn’t go without a hitch, but works out just fine in the end. (Canon Era)

@oilan

La Saint-Sylvestre - All Courfeyrac wanted was a nice, civilised night out with his friends. Is that REALLY too much to ask? (Canon Era)

A Regrettable Encounter - A mission meant to gather intel ends with some... interesting results for Bahorel, Prouvaire and Combeferre. (Also check out the attached artwork by @pilferingapples​!) (Canon Era)

A Dilettante in Fur - Enjolras and Combeferre vs Joly’s cat. Or rather a mildly jealous Combeferre vs a cat of unpredictable affection. (Canon Era)

@estelraca

A Favor for a Friend - Enjolras and Grantaire’s heroic attempt to dogsit Bahorel’s terrible little dog. (Modern AU/Reincarnation.)

BenevolentErrancy

Upset of Morning Routines - A nice, cuddly piece with Enjolras and Grantaire. Part of a longer series, but this one has the most light-hearted angst-to-fluff ratio. (Canon Era)

Jackrabbit

Power Trio Cuddles - Enjolras and Combeferre find out that cuddling helps them sleep - basically pure beautiful fluff. (Canon Era)

@veganvenom

To Love With Such Force - Lovely Enjolras/Combeferre fluff, with ace Enjolras, which is always a bonus in my eyes. (Canon Era)

And a lil’ bit of shameless self-promotion:

The Fog Rises - Post-barricade fix-it, in which Enjolras and Grantaire try to adjust to their new lives in London.

Grass and Summer Sun - Enjolras and Feuilly have been trying for a long while to figure out what exactly they feel for each other. Maybe this time they succeed. (Modern AU)

Grantaire: the guy who asked me "which came first the chicken or the orange?"

Enjolras: the one who attempts to keep everyone calm, fails dramatically

Feuilly: the one who does like 7 events

Joly: the one talking us out of doing something dumb, also fails

Bossuet: the one who ALWAYS forgets his cheat sheet

Bahorel: the one who plotted murder using a bandsaw

Jehan: the one with the Incorrect Quote generator

Marius: the Concerned Friend™️

Combeferre: the only one with a braincell

☆ — GUEST SPOTLIGHT! —  ☆ 

➤  Introducing Inés who will be a Guest Artist for our zine! 

You can find them at the following socials as well: 

 ✰ Twitter: inesisfine 

✰ Tumblr: inesisfine 

Bahorel put the very last box down, one of many. For someone who had just left such a small apartment, Feuilly had more possessions that he let on. Mostly books, though. His impressive collection only fit between four walls thanks to physics and years of playing Jenga.

Standing in an ocean of cardboard boxes, Bahorel and Feuilly looked around them. The apartment gave off a strong smell of paint, but neither of them minded. Feuilly had a big smile on his face, a smile of new beginnings and good days to come. Bahorel massaged the back of his neck. His shoulders were slightly sore from the continuous lifting.

“So that’s your new lair, then?” he asked, looking at the naked walls.

“Yeah! How do you like it?” Feuilly enthused.

Too far away from my apartment, was the first thing popping to Bahorel’s mind. It would be hard not to live in the same building anymore.

“Nice, but a bit dry,” he said instead, flashing a wide grin.

Feuilly opened the cooler they had bothered to carry up the steps and threw a beer in his direction. The just reward for a job done well. Bahorel knew guys that worked in the furniture removal business, he could have easily convinced them to help Feuilly for free. He could have, yes, if he didn’t relish every single moment they spent together. Alone.

“Thank you for taking the time, Baz,” Feuilly smiled.

“Don’t worry. I earn free beer and you got a free ticket for the gun show.”

“Damn,” Feuilly snorted in his bottle. “And I who though I was being subtle!”

“No but seriously, I’m here if you need anything. I’m going to miss your mug around the building, anyway.”

“Well I can’t exactly ask you to stroll around Ikea with me.”

Feuilly looks him dead in the eyes and:

“Crush-yo”

“Wait isn’t that the torture spell?”