An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“And the belief lasted for several months, and several months accumulated to a year, and then a whole west-facing wall is filled with tallies. Grantaire has forgotten his own face, forced himself to forget the names etched into his heart. Enjolras. Combeferre. Courfeyrac. Feuilly. Bahorel. Jehan. And the list goes on and on and on.
Grantaire is held for ransom by the Patron-Minette. Five hundred and twenty six days later, the door opens.”
I did a very self indulgent thing that I would really like for you to check out. A Les Amis gang AU, as you do, but with a little (a lot) of added angst. May I just warn you to read the tags before you read the actual thing or- uh- don’t read it if you like surprises?
Yeah I probably shouldn’t have done this. I have, like, a Math and Chinese final in two days.
In advance, forgive me.
