#montsous

@bricktober day 24

Fandom: Les Misérables (well, Patron-Minette, let’s be honest) Relationships: Claquesous/Fauntleroy, Claquesous/Montparnasse, Fauntleroy & Montparnasse, Montparnasse/Jean Prouvaire  Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Historical Fantasy, Historical Inaccuracy, This is pure indulgence and I shall be playing fast and loose with Everything

As far as Fauntleroy is concerned assassins ought not to have manor houses and titles. What are they for if not for moving in your shadows? Not that they are particularly fond of shadows themself, they prefer hiding in plain sight. But there is nothing hidden about the Cabuc family. Royal assassins… It's a preposterous notion.

Montparnasse was never one for softness. He had never known softness in his life. Everything with him was sharp edges, cut glass, blood trickling under the cuticles of his fingernails. He could count one both hands the amount of times where he’d stare at his palms in uninhibited wonder with a single question:

 How am I like this?

 He never found the point in asking ‘why’. Everyone knew why they did things, they just pretended they didn’t so they could delude themselves with the idea that the drive behind their actions was something deep and philosophical. Sometimes you just want money. Sometimes you just want power. Sometimes you need to nurse your thirst for adoration even if you know you could never be truly loved.

 It’s not always so complicated.

 Claquesous understood this. The masked man never asked him why he did things because it wasn’t important. The amount of wordless exchanges they shared were far higher than the amounts of times the two had truly uttered words to one another, but those silent conversations felt so much more real. A simple nod had felt like a declaration of a thousand pages.

 Sometimes the silence is more telling than the speech.

 There were times when Montparnasse missed the silence. When the music of this new life drowns out everything else, like a crescendo in the operas he’d sometimes sneak into.

 He didn’t have to sneak in there anymore. Now all he had to do was express a little desire and wait for a few weeks at most and then “surprise”… he got it.

 Of course, he had nothing against being spoiled. He rather enjoyed it, actually.

 But something seemed missing from this new life where he could lay his head in Jehan’s lap as the inky black curtain of the night drew closed across the sun, where he could lull himself to sleep with the whispers of his lover’s melodic, lilting poetry, where he was promised another day.

 Promises.

 Montparnasse used to live on broken promises. He himself was the result of a broken promise. And looking into his new lover’s eyes in the wee hours of the morning made him feel like he was renewing an oath every time. It wouldn’t be long before he broke that too.

They started as Fwb's

They never talk about it when their relationship becomes more, it's just a mutually understood thing.

They would, in fact, rather die than communicate or show a single hint of vulnerability or emotion

They only use pet names sarcastically

(they really, really do care about each other though you'll just never get them to admit it)

Claquesous will silently get rid of anything or anyone that is bothering Montparnasse

Parnasse knows what's okay to tease Sous about and what he absolutely shouldn't and is careful not to cross that line

Their fights are brutal. They know so much about each other and they're both very good at finding exactly the words that will hurt the other the most.

After a fight tensions will be high for a good couple days and they'll completely refuse to talk to each other

It's usually Babet or Gueul who gets fed up first and tells them to fucking talk to each other or else

Neither of them will apologize, per se

(Not unless something very serious was said)

They'll just start talking again as if nothing had happened

But Parnasse will miraculously find something shiny and pretty waiting for him on his pillow that night

And Sous will find that the recent hole in his favorite sweatshirt has now been mended

When Parnasse gets hurt Sous just silently refuses to leave his side for a while, neither of them will say anything about it.

When Sous gets hurt Parnasse bitches him out to hide his nerves.

They work amazingly well together, always knowing where the other is going to be and what they're going to do

Claquesous hates Montparnasse's smoking, because he gave it up years ago

Montparnasse hates Claquesous' masks because he happens to like Sous' face

In conclusion

I have so many more headcanons

u know when u were like in high school and ur friend who u had a crush on confessed they liked someone else and u had to give them advice bc ur a nice person but inside you’re dying bc ur affection for them is gonna eat u alive?