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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy/Éponine Thénardier Characters: Cosette Fauchelevent, Marius Pontmercy, Éponine Thénardier Additional Tags: Polyamory, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Getting Together, i literally did not pay attention to ANY form of canon besides the OBCR, so uh. if that is something that bothers you?, This Relationship Has One Braincell And Her Name Is Cosette, Canon Rewrite, Éponine Thénardier Lives Summary:

“Cosette-” says Éponine. She’s got a hand over her ribs, like she’s in pain. Her clothing is filthy, like Cosette’s father’s, and she has a cap over her hair, and her eyes are wide like she wasn’t expecting this, even though she must have known whose house this is and she must have heard Cosette’s father call for Cosette just a few moments ago.

Cosette has never seen anything more beautiful.

How to fall in love and dodge Deustchlanders in Occupied France, a travel guide by René Enjolras and Jesús Grantaire with additional material by les shouty boys

The Howling Commandos you punk

Whatever you say, Barnes.

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I was lucky enough to get to collaborate with @im-a-fucking-pretty-princess​ to do some stuff for the Les Mis Quarantine Big Bang! As per usual I wrote a monster with way too many AUs and Andrea did some really gorgeous art. It’s been a brilliantly fun if completely hectic month! Massive thanks to the mod team @thelesmisbigbang​ for organising it and being so great. I am unbelievably excited to read & see everyone’s work!!

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merry fixmas to aire ablogofadifferentcolor! i wasn't really sure what to write you bc i don't know you exceptionally well yet - we'll work on that in the coming year, i'm sure - so i figured exr was a safe bet

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Part of Course Corrections, in which Les Amis are a protest group and Éponine and Grantaire are protest singers. This scene got chucked I think straight after I wrote it because it didn't fit with the mood for the rest of the fic, but it's a little insight into Combeferre & Enjolras's relationship in the verse, and giving Courf a chance to actually say something. If by some miracle you haven't heard Bastille's Pompeii, which is the featured song, there's a nice acoustic version here to listen along to.

Course Corrections (I'm running after you) - ao3

No one notices when they turn up, the girl with the sleek dark hair and the boy with the dark curls. But the moment they open their mouths, everyone's eyes are on them. They have a knack for striking right at the heart of the problem, but tact is certainly not their strong point.

Modern AU about Les Amis

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. All changes made in the characters and/or the story line are all works of my imagination and everything is fictional.

Joly

Joly did just as Enjolras asked. He immediately went out of his room, which happened to be in front of Enjolras’ room, and proceeded to Grantaire’s room, which is located beside Enjoras’. He hesitated for a while before he knocked slowly, twice. When there was no reply, he leaned his ear on the door, trying to hear if Margaux is still awake. Indeed, he heard her sobbing softly.

He knocked again. “Margaux?” he called in a soft voice. The sobbing stopped suddenly. There was a pause, then he heard footsteps towards the door. He took a step backward, so as not to startle her. Then the doorknob turned, and the door was opened ajar.

The face of a girl peeked slowly. She has long black waves that hang loosely around her waist. The red streaks near her face are recognizable even in the dark. This girl could be Margaux, except that she doesn’t look like Margaux at all, and Joly almost believed that there was another girl in the room.

He stared at her, open-mouthed. Then after a moment’s confusion, he said in a high-pitched whisper, “Margaux?”

Margaux smiled. Her face looks so different. There is a natural tinge of pink on her cheeks, and her lips are thin and light, like the color of very pale rosewood. Her eyes, they are round, red, and puffy. It’s obvious that she had been crying. But the dark eyeshadows and thick eyeliners were gone. And her naturally long lashes framed her eyes wonderfully. Joly would have thought this was another girl had he not looked closely at those big curious brown eyes. Even without eye-makeup, there was no mistaking that those eyes belong to Margaux.

Joly exhaled silently, feeling amazed at how different she actually looked without her usual goth makeup. He almost didn’t recognize her!

“Joly?” she asked, equally amazed. “What brings you here at,” she paused to check her cellphone, “almost one o’clock in the morning?”

Joly gave her a hesitant smile. “Actually… Enj… err, I mean, I heard you sobbing. I just want to make sure you’re alright…” he trailed off. He should have told her the truth: that it was Enjolras who had heard her crying, and it was Enjolras who asked him to check on her. But he thought otherwise, because he had a feeling that Enjolras wouldn’t want her to know.

Margaux blushed a little, then she said silently, “I am fine.”

Joly gave her a scrutinizing stare. Then he sighed and shook his head. “No you’re not,” he said. “Your eyes are puffy,” he explained. “May I come in?” He didn’t really know what he was going to do, but he knew that Margaux needed a friend whom she could talk to, and he is willing to be that friend.

Margaux gave him a tentative stare for a moment before she nodded and opened the door wider to let him in. “I’m sorry, the room’s quite a mess.”

Joly entered, and true enough, the room is quite a mess, though not as messy as when Grantaire stayed in there. The room though is obvious that someone who stays in there is in distress. The pillows were on the floor, as if Margaux had thrown them away in desperation. Her laptop is open on top of the bed; it looks as if she had received an email or something.

Joly took a deep breath in, and glanced at Margaux, not knowing what to say. She had closed the door but left it ajar. She gave him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry if I had bothered you somehow,” she began. “I didn’t mean to be so loud —”

Joly raised a hand to stop her while shaking his head. “Shhh… You didn’t bother no one, OK?” he assured her. Then he took a hesitant step closer towards her and stared at her eyes. “There is something wrong, isn’t there? This is NOT just homesickness, is it?” he asked.

Margaux lifted her chin to look at his eyes. Her own eyes were pooled with unshed tears. She shook her head and looked down shyly. “No Joly, everything’s fine,” she choked. Then without warning, she burst into tears and sobbed hardly.

Joly was shocked at her sudden show of emotion, but without any hesitation, he immediately took her small body into his arms, without saying a word. He just let her cry in his arms, silently hoping that somehow, he could provide some comfort. He realized how small she was — she was so different from the woman who had single-handedly defeated Enjolras at the Mussain.

After a couple of minutes standing like that, with Margaux in his arms, sobbing unstoppably, fragile as a child, Joly said carefully, “Would you like to talk about it?”

Margaux gently squirmed away from his embrace and looked up at him. He involuntarily wiped the tears away from her face with his palms. Margaux blushed slightly and forced a sad smile.

“I’m so sorry,” she started, “it’s so silly of me to break down like that.” She laughed shortly. Then glanced up at Joly, looking embarrassed. “Joly — thank you for being here. I really appreciate your presence and concern…”

Joly returned the smile. “We are your friends here, of course we are concerned!” he told her. “Are you sure you don’t like to talk about it?”

Margaux sighed. She gestured towards her laptop. “It’s my sister. She emailed me, asking where I am. Said I broke my parents’ hearts, as always, and she told me she’s getting married so… She demands that I return,” she explained quickly. When Joly did not answer, she added, “I’m just so pissed, I guess.” Then she forced a smile.

Joly felt there is something she is not telling. “Are you sure that’s all?” he asked, trying not to sound too inquisitive. When Margaux nodded, he returned the smile. “Come, I’ll put you to bed,” he said.

Margaux laughed at this. “Put me to bed?” she repeated. “But Joly I’m not a child!” she protested with a giggle.

Modern AU about Les Amis

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. All changes made in the characters and/or the story line are all works of my imagination and everything is fictional.

Margaux

She was really embarrassed with what had happened. She didn’t expect that it would be Enjolras, OF ALL PEOPLE, whom she would offend on her very first morning in Paris. This was all Grantaire’s fault! Her childhood best friend had already filled her in with what had truly transpired, and he was also able to convince her that had she not interfered, Enjolras might have already had let go of him after pinning him on the wall.

Grantaire was the one who convinced Enjolras for a show-case fight, after all. And Combeferre also told Margaux that it was not new to them anymore. “Enjolras and Grantaire are like cat and dog, if you know what I mean,” Combeferre had said with a wink.

She was very quiet during the entire meeting of The Friends. Even though she was seated at the very rear end of the room with Eponine, she couldn’t help but notice how effective a speaker Enjolras is. Even a person as sinister as Grantaire could actually keep quiet and become attentive to him. She herself became quickly engaged to his cause, andjust by hearing him talk like that, she could feel the purpose that he is trying to imply etch through her heart, and she wants to give her full support — only that she doesn’t want to make another wrong impression again, so she tried to stay passive and quiet the whole time.

After the meeting, she got a chance to get to know the rest of The Friends. Jehan turned out to be a cute, romantic lad who happened to recite a poem for her the moment he was introduced. Margaux couldn’t help but giggle.

Feuilly was overly amazed and happy when he got the chance to shake Margaux’s hand. “Congratulations, angel!” he said. “You just pissed Enjolras off!” He laughed with the rest of the group. “NO ONE could actually do THAT to HIM! You’re just the FIRST!”

“And for that, you just won the Most Amazing Les Ami Award!” Joly yelled happily, at which Margaux shot him a warning look and a grin. She felt amazed to hear it, coming from Joly.

Grantaire gave Feuilly a mock glare. “What’s this I’ve heard? You’re not calling my baby angel, are you?” he asked sternly.

Feuilly rolled his eyes. “You absolutely heard me correctly, ‘Taire!” he replied. “She really is an angel! In fact, I am VERY CERTAIN now that she is Charlie’s missing angel! With those moves! Heaven knows who can survive those high-and-low kicks alive!” he chuckled.

Modern AU about Les Amis

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Changes made in the story line and characters are all works of my imagination. Everything is fictional.

Enjolras

The Musain is a full-house and I am glad that everybody’s present. I need to discuss to them what I have discussed with the businessman who is willing to sponsor our upcoming projects. Though I know that most of these guys were just here not because they are interested with my updates, but because they are just too excited to meet Grantaire’s guest. Oh sometimes I couldn’t understand how some of these men can be so shallow. It’s just too pathetic.

I was working on my report while the rest of the gang go about their own business: Courfeyrac and Jehan strumming on their guitars and jotting down notes on a piece of paper, clearly composing another song; Joly discussing his stomach spasms with Bahorel and Feuilly, who are listening with interest to his theory that perhaps Margaux had poisoned him because he unintentionally slammed the door on her when she arrived at the apartment yesterday; Eponine gloriously chatting to Marius about what she thinks of Margaux, who constantly ignored her because he was too busy texting; Bossuet and Grantaire taking turns on shots of brandy; and Combeferre silently reading a book while guarding the door.

“Hey Enjolras!” Grantaire called. At this very early hour of the day, he already smelled of alcohol. Pathetic. I glanced up at him. “What?” I snapped.

“I have learned a new self-defense move!” he announced proudly, eyes drooping with drunkenness. “Wanna try me?”

I scoffed. “Save it.” Then returned to what I was doing.

“C’mon, Enjy!” he pleaded insistently. “I just want to show it to you, c’mon! Who knows this time I’m gonna beat you!” His eyes are so full of anticipation.

I sighed in exasperation. “Grantaire, you’re almost drunk,” I reminded him. “The last thing I want to happen is to knock you out before the meeting has even started!” I tried to sound stern so he would let go of me.

But of course, this is Grantaire I’m talking about, and he never let go of me. “Please Enj… Or else I would think you’re scared of me! Yes?” He insisted.

I dropped my pen silently and glared at him. Then without further ado, I moved back my chair to stand. “Scared, Grantaire?!?” I growled, and Grantaire smirked. That little demon! He always gets into my nerves.

“That’s the spirit, Enjy!” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. “So what now?!” I yelled, getting into action. “Show me the moves!” At this, the rest of the Friends become suddenly interested, all eyes were fixed on me and Grantaire, who already stood to assume his position.

Grantaire quickly attempted a punch but I was quick enough to move aside. I locked his elbow into mine and turned him around, my other hand grabbing his collar. “Is this what you are sooo proud of?!” I mocked with a cold voice. “COME ON! MOVE!” I roared.

He attempted to get off but my grip on him was just too tight. “COME ON GRANTAIRE!” I repeated, trying to get him to move. He opened his mouth and bit my arm and I howled in pain. But before he could go I snatched his collar once again and successfully pinned him on the wall.

“Biting?” I whispered sarcastically. “BITING!” I roared. “Is this your new self-defense trick that you were so proud of?” There is no mistaking the anger in my voice. Grantaire is such a waste of time, as always.

Grantaire struggled to take a breath in, and choked, “No seriously I’m just kidding…”

There was a moment’s worth of silence and I was about to let Grantaire go, when somebody suddenly roared “GEROFF HIM!”. A woman’s voice. I could feel everybody in the room froze in silence, and I turned around to face her, my other hand still clutching Grantaire’s collar.

Oh. My. God. I hope my jaw did not drop. This woman — she has the word REVOLUTION written all over her. Dark eyeshadow, red lips… Black hair pulled up in a messy bun with bright red streaks visible… And when I looked into her eyes, her big hazel brown eyes, they are filled with passion and desire. Or was it rage?

She stubbornly held my gaze as if she’ll never let go. Her big, enraged hazel eyes are piercing through my soul. And for one very brief moment I felt something different, like my soul has somehow recognized the soul in her. But it was TOO brief that it had gone before I could even breathe the sense of recognition in. I suddenly remembered that this girl had just yelled at me. What did she say again? Why does she look so mad? I was at a loss, and I don’t know what to say. I took a deep breath in and managed to whisper “What?”, feeling silly and confused.

I had somehow said something wrong because she immediately run towards me and elbowed my hand off Grantaire’s collar, which I had honestly forgotten that I’ve been holding.

GRANTAIRE! Now it dawns on me. Was this Grantaire’s friend? And as if to answer my question, I heard Grantaire murmured in panic and desperation, “Oh no darling… No no…” I did not have the slightest chance to say something before the girl rushed towards me, grabbing my wrists with both her hands, and I didn’t know how she did it but Grantaire was literally thrown aside. And before I knew it, my back is pinned on the wall.

She held her glare right through my eyes, then a sudden white-hot pain crushed through me which was coming from my groin. I winced and groan in pain… WHAT THE — this girl just kicked me down there! I heard my friends gasped — in horror or in amazement, I couldn’t tell. WHY THE FUCK DO THEY JUST SIT THERE AND WATCH THIS GIRL TORTURE ME TO SHAME? WHY?! I made a mental note to deal with them later. I stared at her, and she’s staring back at me — first at my eyes, then at my lips. And for one fraction of a second I felt like she was about to kiss me. But of course the kiss didn’t come. Oh what am I thinking?! I must be going crazy!

Before I could react furthermore, and before I could register that what happened to my groin really happened, the full length of the girl’s leg is suddenly on top of my torso. HOW CAN SHE BE SOOOO FLEXIBLE?! Perhaps if we were in a different situation, I would say the sight of it might be sexy, but now is NOT the time to think of anything sexy because this girl is just TORTURING me.

HECK! What is really happening with me? I NEVER even thought of the word sexy before! Darn! Before I knew it, the girl is crushing her foot on my chest! She let go of my wrists and I quickly grabbed her lifted shin bone, and at the same time she clutched the collar of my shirt violently. Her leg is so small yet sooo STRONG. “Wha — D — HELL?” I managed to gasped despite the pressure on my neck.

“NO — ” She said through gritted teeth, crushing my chest even harder. “—ONE —” She continued to tighten her grip on my collar. “—HURTS —” I winced in pain as she stamped her other foot on my right foot. “—MY —” She put more pressure on my chest with her lifted leg… “—GRANTAIRE.” She growled finally and I could see the wrath in her eyes, the rage, the passion. I suddenly realized that this girl’s eyes reflect my own — and the fire in her is screaming REVOLUTION! She stands up for her friends, just as what I need… Just as what I WANT. Then for one CRAZY moment I knew she is the one that I have long been looking for!

“MARGAUX!” Grantaire’s panicked yell brought me back to my senses. He ran towards us. “Margaux baby… Let him go,” he pleaded sweetly. BABY? What the fuck? Since when Grantaire had a “baby”? His voice is filled with concern, shame, and fear, but I could also hear the sound of amazement and pride in it. Is he proud that his friend almost knocked me out? Heck!

Margaux’s hazel brown eyes kept holding mine, and I tried to hold her gaze and maintain my composure. “Not until he makes a promise never to touch you again!” she whispered threateningly.

“No seriously honey, you’ve got to let go of him!” The panic in Grantaire’s voice is very obvious. “We were NOT fighting! We,” he glanced around helplessly, “were just practicing SELF-DEFENCE! Oh honestly! And that’s ENJOLRAS you have just TORTURED!”

Oh I’m sure going to kill Grantaire for this! Damn that self-defence showcase! This was his idea, after all, and now I get all the pain! The girl looked suddenly shocked. She briefly stared at Grantaire in disbelief before she gazed back at me. Now her eyes look terrified. Good. Now she knows who she’s dealing with. But wait… Why do I suddenly felt pity on her, just seeing those terrified eyes? She suddenly looked different, she seemed to have suddenly transformed into a small child afraid of being beaten up to death. Is my name really that terrifying?

Blushing with embarrassment, she slowly loosened her grip on my collar and gently lifted her leg even higher — JUST HOW HIGH COULD SHE GO? — and she hit my jaw with the hill of her boots when she removed her leg off my body! “OUCH!” I yelped, startled, and placed a hand on my jaw. Did she just do it on purpose?

“Gosh Monsieur! I AM SO SORRY I — ” she didn’t finish what she was about to say. Before I knew it, her hand removed mine from the spot where she had just hit me, and she silently examined the graze on my skin with her thumb. Her eyes are filled with horror, and before I could react, she gently pressed her lips on my jaw. WHAT THE — did she just kiss me? I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and I’m sure I blushed like hell. Seeing her face, it also burns hot red. I could see the horror in her eyes when she stared into mine. Oh god she is just piercing my soul.

“Uhm, Enjy?” It was Grantaire. I must be just dreaming… This is just a dream! “Meet Margaux, my childhood best friend,” Grantaire said tentatively. “Margaux,” he added, throwing a warning glance at the girl, “this is Enjolras.” He gestured towards me.

Margaux’s cheeks are still red like scarlet. She looked as if she was about to cry. Slowly, she extended an arm towards me, and moved the muscles in her cheeks for an attempt of a smile which turned out to be more like a wince. “Please to meet you, Monsieur,” she said, sounding unexpectedly casual. I stared at her hand and had to fight the urge to touch it. No, I won’t take it. She just bruised my ego, and I won’t show any sign of weakness now. Instead, I turned to Grantaire. “I’ll deal with this later,” I threatened before turning back.

I could hear the blood pumping in my chest, and part of me wanted to turn back again and take her hand into mine, or even give it a light kiss. Oh Mademoiselle! What have you just done? What was wrong with me?

“Please to meet you, Margaux!” My indecision was interrupted by Courfeyrac’s voice. Damn, not Courfeyrac! “That. Was. Amazing! ‘Taire didn’t tell us you could be scary! HOT,” he paused for more drama, “but SCARY!” I gathered all my self-control not to turn around to kick Courfeyrac’s groin! The guy is doing his thing again! “Uhm, I’m just wondering… Would you go out on a date with me?” Oh bless me, I really wanted to turn around to punch Courfeyrac in the face. I paused in silence, feeling the blood rush to my head again. Oh why does Courfeyrac’s antics suddenly enraged me?

Then I heard her voice. “Hmmm… Let me guess, you’re Courfeyrac, right?” And Courfeyrac’s voice, “Why yes!” Oh that little bastard! He sounded so enthusiastic! “Margaux! You’re brilliant! Will you go out on a date with me?”

I could feel my heart pumping. I clenched my fists and clenched my jaw.

“No.” Margaux’s voice.