Synopsis: You cope with the loss of your father and what means.
"General LaMarque is dead." Gavroche said to the silent café.
Your world dropped out from under your feet
General LaMarque is dead.
Your father.
He was gone.
Enjolras said something to Gavroche, but you didn't hear it.
The room sprung to life around you, but you didn't feel it.
You barely felt the arm around your shoulder, leading you to the back room. Enjolras guided you to a small cot in the corner, and you obediently sat down.
Enjolras kneeled in front of you, clutching your hands in his. "What do you need from me?" He asked softly.
You didn't answer and continued to stare at the floor, focusing on holding yourself together. "Hey. Y/N." One of his hands shifted to your shoulder and the other tilted your chin up so you met his gaze. "What do you need, Y/N?" You stared him, his eyes so, so full of sympathy and love.
"I don't know." You finally whispered. Then it all came out at once. "I don't know what to do." You sobbed. Enjolras sprang into action. He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around and you and rocking you back and forth.
You didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but one thing was for certain.
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Hi! I was wondering if I could get a ship with a Les Miserables guy? I’m pretty shy until I get comfortable around someone and then there’s no shutting me up. I’m definitely pretty stubborn and hot headed but I’m also a very caring and kind person. Lol. I love spending time with my cats and taking care of my little brothers. I enjoy baking (it’s a stress reliever for me), hiking and listening to music. I’m fairly short and have extremely long dark hair that I feel like is my best attribute. Thank you and it’s totally fine if you don’t feel like doing it!
I ship you with Enjolras!
Enjolras spends a lot of time talking with speeches and meetings, so I think he would adore the fact that you’re a yapper as well.
You either have hours long conversations together, or he just very gladly listens to you talk about your day or interests so he can rest his voice for a little while.
I think you’d definitely clash occasionally over stubbornness, but it’d translate into petty arguments over what to have for dinner or what movie to watch. You care about each other enough to forget it within the hour and find a compromise.
I am a strong believer in cat lover Enjolras. He would adore your cats, he’d always be the first to volunteer to petsit even before you were together. If they’re particularly chaotic, he loves keeping them occupied when you want to bake. If not, he’ll still take the opportunity to snuggle with them while you make your sweet treats.
I feel like Enjolras is the type of guy who’d love playing with your hair. Whether that’s braiding it or styling it for you when you don’t want to do it yourself, or just fiddling with it when you’re cuddling, his hands are buried in your hair at least once a day.
Requested by Outsiders Anon: "HmMmMmm what about uhhh the well known Jean Valjean from Les Miserables of whom I am a very big fan of his character arc of "stealing bread then becoming a businessman". Get this, what if Jean stole Y/N's bread?! 🥺🥺 - les mis anon 😩. (If I accidentally said something offensive or I'm supporting a dodgy character I'm going to cry I swear 👀💔)
{please note that I will still be calling your outsiders anon cause thats how my brain works, but thank you very much for going to look at my other interests thats honsetly just so <3333333 you really didn't have to}
{okay so, the only slightly dodgy thing about this is that in the Brick Jvj is like 40 be the time we meet him, cause he spends twenty years in jail and was jailed at 20, but I firmly believe in Young Hugh Jackman in Oklahoma as young jvj, so we're going with that}
prejail!Jean ValJean x reader (sort of? its not like overly out there)
trigger warnings: some swearing, mentions of violence, me silently schreeching acab, angst
premise: you, the village baker, have done your best to keep the prices of your goods low, so low in fact, that you are even finding it hard to put food on the table, and yet someone still finds himself so desperate as to steal from your display case. Much to your suprise how ever, it just so happens to be the one person you'd never expected
{is this high concept? am I reaching here? I really don't even know anymore, this week feels like a bad acid trip}
{Also, anon if you want more ideas/ideas for ideas, if your going to keep with this, which i would again like to say ITS OKAY TO STICK TO THE OUTSIDERS, check the les mis tags on tumblr, or les amis}
You'd been asleep, as most of the people of the village would have, at such a late time, and with such a storm threatening to spill over the mountains.
But the crashing of glass, had been so loud, you bolted straight out of bed.
It took you a long moment to fumble for a match to light a candle, but as soon as it was lit you hurried from your room, and down the stairs, already hearing the shouts of neighbors.
Downstairs, you found the front room of the bakery a mess of shattered glass, torn paper, and varying pieces of bread or pastries.
"(y/n)? (y/n) dear are you alright?" Someone called from outside.
You looked around at the mess frantically shouting, "A thief! Toulouse send for the police!"
It didn't take long for the officers to swarm the bakery, asking you questions before filing out, promising to find who had done it, and leaving you to clean the mess you'd been left with.
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Daylight was shining, and people were about on the streets by the time you'd finished sweeping up shards of glass and trying to figure out how much you'd lost.
There were still a few loaves in the back, plus the dough you'd left out to proof, but it couldn't possibly be enough for the demanding hands that always appeared on Sundays, not to mention enough to keep for yourself.
"Oh lord, how am I meant to get back from this?" You mumbled staring up at the ceiling.
A knock at the side door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you hurried to open it, finding the police chief standing there, "How may I help you monsieur?"
"We have caught the thief. He's currently being held whilst the council decides his fate." The man reported, "A man by the name of Jean Valjean."
Your eyes widened, no, that couldn't be, he was your best friend- hell you were only a step and half away from courting for gods sake! He wouldn't do that. He couldn't. Just a few days ago you'd gone for a walk together around the village- he'd brought you flowers-
"I need to see him." You decided quickly.
"Are you sure about that? He did in fact steal from you-"
You shook your head, cutting him off, "I wish to see him."
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Reluctantly, the man had taken you along to the courthouse, and down through a maze of rooms until you got to where Jean was being held.
He was sat up against a wall, hunched over, looking defeated, and as soon as you stepped through the door, his head whipped up, "(y/n)!"
You took in a shaky breath, "Jean..."
He stood up quickly, "(y/n) you've got to understand- I had- Jeanne's children- my niece- the little one- god (y/n) they were all going to starve!"
"You didn't have to steal it!" You yelled, "There could've been other ways that didn't involve jailing!"
"Like how? Lord knows neither she nor I had the money! There was no other choice!"
"You could had asked! You know I would have given you all you needed and more Jean! I wouldn't have charged you! You knew this!" You snapped.
Valjean's shoulders drooped as he realized the gravity of your words, "(y/n)- I-"
You shook your head, "I'd've done everything I could to help. You could've said something. I thought- I thought we were close enough for that."
He remained quiet, staring down at the dirty floor.
"Apparently not. I- Your going to go to jail, and its- it might not end up well- it could be just the same as a death sentence. Good luck," You sighed, blinking back tears, as you turned to the door, "Oh and, if you would've asked me- for courtship I mean- I would've said yes."
"(y/n)-"
But you were walking through the door, away from him.
"If you get out okay-" You called back brokenly, "Try to find me. I might be long gone, but I'd like it if you tried."
Summary: You’re begging on the streets with your four daughters, and a man comes up to you to offer you a chance at a new life.
Warnings: Begging for money, cold, living on the streets, curse
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Freezing to the bone, you huddled closer to your daughters. They were so young. Everyday, it killed you to see them go through what they did. Your only wish was that your girls didn’t grow up into the same world you did. Yet at the end of everyday, your hope for that wish grew weaker.
Then, a young man offered you a paper. There lied your hope. The words on the paper read that there was a revolution brewing. There would be a meeting that day for it. Finally, there would be a solid base from which to fight from for freedom.
You turned to look at the man that gave you the pamphlet. You were going to thank him. But your mind went blank when your eyes met his.
He was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. His hair was a mess, and he was as dirty as you were, but his eyes held such bravery. Such kindness.
“Thank you,” you managed to get out, “I’ll be sure to attend the meeting listed here.”
The man was silent for a few more moments. You almost thought he was as lost in your eyes as you were in his.
Finally, he responded, “Good. I’m glad. We need as many people as we can get to help us fight.”
“Yes, we do. I’ll try to help when I can, but I could never do what you do. You and your friends are so brave.”
He smiled, “Ah, but you you have four children. Surely there is no greater feat than than parenthood...And I must say, what a variety of offspring you have.”
“Oh, yes,” you laughed that, so did your girls, “They’re not mine by blood. Over the years, I found that they live the same harsh life as I have. So, I’ve taken them in my own.”
For just a moment, he stared at you and your family in awe. Then, he sincerely admitted, “Well, with that information, it’s assured that you are the bravest person here.”
“You’re too kind,” you critiqued genuinely.
He continued, “And what might the name be of this unassailable soul?”
Almost too flattered to speak, you gave your name.
“Enjolras,” the young man put a name to the eyes you were already falling in love with.
The two of you shook hands.
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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics over about Les Mis over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3
Hello all! You can probably guess what kind of week I’ve been having by the title. But, hey, sadness leads to inspiration apparently! Help me.
Description: Reader has had a bad day, and she seeks Enjolras for comfort. Modern AU
Requested: No
Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, feeling worthless
Date Posted: 7/7/2019
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The downpour produced a heavy drum on the windowpane as it streamed. A warm glow filled the apartment. I was setting some water on the stove when there was a knock at my door. I didn’t want to do pleasantries, but I ignited the burner before opening the door. (Y/N) was standing in the hall to the apartment with red eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Hey (Y/N/N),” I spoke softly. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know.” She breathed. “I just didn’t want to be alone. It’s fine if you’re busy or something, ‘Ponine’ll be home in like an hour, I’ll be fine, I’ll just-” she turned to leave but I gingerly took her hand.
“Come on in. I'm making tea.”
“Thank you,” she hesitated, seeming as though she wanted to say more, but decided against it.
“No problem,” I smiled.
I poured two mugs of tea and took a chocolate bar from the cabinet. I carried the items to the sofa (Y/N) was sitting on. She had her knees pulled up to her ribs and was gazing at the raindrops sliding down the window. I pulled the coffee table forward and set the mugs down.
“Chocolate?” I coaxed, already unwrapping the bar.
She nodded thankfully and I gave her half of it, biting into my share.
“Oh my god. I have to go.” She said in mock disgust. “I can’t believe you just,”
“I what? This?” I took another bite of it, making her visibly cringe.
“You’re such a peasant.” She declared shaking her head. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” I took a sip out of my mug. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s not much. I shouldn’t have bothered you,” she trailed off and fumbled with the edge of her sweater sleeve.
“(Y/N/N), you’re never a bother. I’m always here for you.” I put my hand on her arm.
“I don’t know, it’s just, been a bad day.” A shaky sigh shook her lips. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. Which apparently adds to the voices. I sound insane, don’t I?”
“No. I think we all get them.”
“Yeah, but mine are different.” Her voice was growing shakier, so I pulled her closer.
“The bad ones?”
“Yup, I’ve got plenty of those. It used to be worse. A lot worse.” She played with her sleeves. I eyed her worriedly. “Oh my god, no. I didn’t cut my wrists. I wouldn’t-”
I pulled her into a tight embrace. Tears beginning to build in both our eyes. I murmured into her hair, “Let’s keep it that way, okay?”
“I’ll try. It’s kind of why I came over. I needed some new voices. Ones that weren’t telling me I’m worthless.” She pulled out of the hug.
“You’re not, you know that, right?”
“Part of me does. The other part, however…” she looked at her hands. “There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?”
“Here, stand up.” I beckoned, scrolling through my phone. I found what I was looking for and set it down on the table. Soft piano music filled the room.
“Enj,” she blushed.
“Where is the moment we needed the most?” I sang along, causing her to smile softly. “You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.”
I continued singing to her, which eventually became dancing with her. We twirled clumsily around the living room, occasionally bumping into furniture. The dancing came to a pause as the music slowed.
“So where is the passion when you need it the most? Ooh, you and I” I gazed into her soft (E/C) eyes. “You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.”
She beamed and joined in singing the final chorus. “Cause you had a bad day! You’re taken one down! You sing a sad song just to turn it around! You say you don't know! You tell me don't lie! You work at a smile and you go for a ride! You had a bad day! You see what you like! And how does it feel one more time? You had a bad day! You had a bad day.”
We both collapsed back on the couch grinning. I squeezed her hand and we sat there contently, gazing into each other's eyes.
I woke up with her face nuzzled into my neck. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. She began to stir.
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Hi!! First of all, I just stumbled on your blog and I already love it! You have such a cute writing style! Can I request dating Enjolras headcanons? (canon or modern au, it doesn't matter) Thanks in advance!
A/N : Oh my Grantaire, thank you so much for these compliments ❤️❤️ I'm so happy to read this 😊 And I'm so happy to write for Enjolras !! Hope you'll like these headcanons ! I picked the canon settings because I love the revolution !
Disclaimer : The GIF isn't mine, and I'm not fluent in english ! BUT I'M FRENCH AND THIS FIC IS MY TIME TO SHIIINE OMG
You met Enjolras and Les Amis in Paris. You are close to Gavroche, you often give him some food, and you always have a bed for him at home
You're not rich, and join the Revolution when Enjolras explain the way he wants to proceed to you
You are also friend with Eponine. She likes you a lot, and you often have all-nighters where you talk about your lives, your futures and Les Amis.
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Enjolras explain you how to use the weapon you stole to an officer : a rifle
It's not that easy, but you soon become an excellent shooter
You're also the one who listen the most to Enjolras
Taking Marius' side during Red and Black (well, you probably didn't sing irl but...) just to piss him off
Spoiler : He was pissed off
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You are also the one who stole Grantaire's bottles so he can be sober. Well, as sober as Grantaire can be.
Enjolras loves you for that.
You often stays after Les Amis leave, to help Enjolras with his plans
You even gave him some ideas that he used
He talks with you when you doubt about the Revolution
" I don't know, Enjy, 30 people can't overthrown a government..."
"Don't call me Enjy, Y/N. And we will be more than 30 ! We can do anything if we stay united."
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He oftens stares at you while you're talking about the Revolution
You do the same when he's the one talking
You 👏 are 👏made👏for👏each👏other
And Les Amis knows it
They tease you a lot about Enjolras when he's not around
Especially Eponine
Eponine is the worst
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One day, you're talking about the barricade, and Enjolras interrupt you.
"Can I kiss you ?"
You don't hesitate a second, and nod
He put his hand behind your head, and gives you a soft kiss
Man, he's a good kisser
-
You try to hide your relationship with him to the others
Les Amis are often pretty immature, and you don't want to distract them from the Revolution
Grantaire catch the two of you kissing in a dark street
Of course, he tells everyone
What an idiot
Everyone teases you. Especially Eponine, Gavroche, and Grantaire
Gavroche looooves seeing you happy
He tries to threaten Enjolras "If you hurt her, I'll end you"
Well, Enjolras don't really take his threat seriously since Gavroche is... not very scary
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He calls you "Ma Chérie" (my darling) or "Mon cœur" (my heart, a common French nickname)
You calls him "mon rebelle" and "Enjy"
You're the only one allowed to call him Enjy
You are both very close, and you still spend your nights making plans for the Revolution
Prompt: There are countless songs that we can find inspiration in. Maybe there’s a band you love that no one knows about, or the song you heard on the radio the other day that you can’t get out of your head. Whatever the case, write something based on a song.
TW: Mentions of guns and war and death and drinking
Tags: @im-way-too-many-fandoms
A/N: Song: Rollercoaster by Bleachers. I have a write-a-thon! Please feel free to join at any point! If I haven’t reblogged your post, I haven’t seen it. Send it to me!
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It was summer when I saw your face
But like a teenage runaway
Oh god I never thought we'd take it that far
Some killer queen you are
To say that Enjolras was impressed with you would be an understatement. He was so inspired by your passion in the cafe. The hesitation you didn’t have in standing up and shouting with him, the fire in your eyes, the courage you had confronting anyone who dared to question you. Maybe
“Marius was justified in his distraction,” Enjolras thought.
Now I'm running and I can't stop anywhere I go
I think about it everyday and night I can't let go
Man, I'm never the same
We were shotgun lovers I was shotgun running away
Every time you held a gun, Enjolras was certain he was a goner. He watched your movements so carefully, always trying to learn from you. There were times when he was nearly killed by an unstable barricade he built while you were organizing. No one dared question your orders, no matter how much they disliked them. Whether it was because they trusted you or how you held a gun ready to kill at any moment, you still don’t know.
So come a little closer
There was something I could tell ya
You were such a rollercoaster
And a killer queen you are
Even when Enjolras’s perception of you being nothing but cold-hearted and driven was shattered, he couldn’t leave you alone. The times he saw you laugh with Grantaire made him fall in love quicker. The way your eyes crinkled and you covered your mouth, trying to keep up your facade. Even when you smiled at a child as you passed by made his heart soar.
Rollercoaster, I don't say no
Rollercoaster, when you don't say no
And it's such a rollercoaster
Some killer queen you are
He had tried to ask to court you many times. You always quickly dismissed him, saying that your focus was on the rebellion, and his should be, too.
That didn’t stop him from asking again, and again, and again.
We took the bones out from the road
Those endless nights that we traveled we stole
You let your clothes fall to the floor
And lit a fire while I waited for more
The look on your face hurt Enjolras more than the bodies of the people the two of you begged to come to the barricades. The tears that slipped down your face as you gently pried a bottle out of Grantaire’s hands before lifting it up to the sky and taking a drink.
“What do we do now?” he asks.
“We fight. Harder and stronger.”
Now I'm running and I won't stop I don't wanna go
I think about it every day and night I can't let go
And hey, I'm never the same
It's a hundred miles an hour on a dirt road running away
He didn’t see you in the cafe the next day. Or the day after that. He didn’t see you yelling in the street. He didn’t see you for a long time.
And it tore him apart.
How did things end up like this? What was he going to do without you? What was the revolution going to do without you?
So come a little closer
There was something I could tell ya
You were such a rollercoaster
And a killer queen you are
In all honesty, you were avoiding him. You didn’t want him to see how poorly you failed. There was so much more you could have done to save them. They were your friends, and now they lie in the Parisian sewer system, being picked apart for anything worth something.
Rollercoaster, I don't say no
Rollercoaster, when you don't say no
And it's such a rollercoaster
Some killer queen you are
You saw him again. You thought he would have given up by now, so you went back to the cafe. But he was there, with three people sitting around him, listening to every word he said.
Come a little closer
I'm sure, come a little closer
Why don't you come a little closer
There was something I could tell ya
You were such a rollercoaster
Some killer queen you are
“(Y/N)?” he breathes, seeing you as you turn to leave.
