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do you want mont to do it? because he will. And he will be worse than Enjolras.

MORE PEOPLE DO THE STARTER

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"Baby..I still love you, more than ever. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he spoke quietly and pulled the other into his chest. "Its okay, I know you're busy. I'll try to be home more often, I promise." he cooed into the others ear. "I'm bringing him to a play date with Marius's kid tomorrow. I was going to invite you, but if you're bogged down with so much work it might be nice for you to have some alone time?"

"I hate-I hate him." He sobbed, facedown in a pillow. "He hates me too and he just always cries at me, won't let me feed him, won't let me hold him. He cries every time you leave and and- you love him more than you love me. I have so much work to do and the baby was your idea, so you need to take care of him. I don't want him. I want things to go back to how they used to be." His cries started to quieten down.

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Jehan glared at his partner before going back to the baby. "Daddy wasn't telling us the truth, he loves us." he smiled and kissed its little forehead before laying it down in its crib and tucking a blanket in with it. He walked into the bedroom with a worried look and sighed. "Love, I need you to answer this seriously. Do you honestly hate us?" he asked in a stern voice, the man had become extremely protective of the child.

Enjolras cried harder to himself at his desk when he saw how good Jehan was with the baby and how the baby behaved for him. "No I don't want it." He put his hand down on his desk. "I hate it- and I hate you for bringing it into our lives!" He cried before storming off to his bedroom.

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Jehan took a taxi home and hopped into the door carrying bags filled with baby supplies and the necessities of life. He walked over to Enjolras and gave him a kiss to the cheek and took the baby from him-the whiny sniveling baby- He tried calming it down for a while and it finally went to sleep when the poet sat down and read him some little happy verses in his softest voice, getting the thing to drink a little bit of warmed milk with a smile on his face. He signaled Enjolras over to look at the peaceful little thing. "Sure you still don't want it?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"I can hear him over the headphones." He cried, rubbing at his eyes. "He won't eat, won't sleep, won't play. I can't do do this anymore. I don't even want this baby." He sobbed down the phone. "Will you please just come home now?"

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The Things You've Forgotten. | Memory Loss AU | Jehan And Combeferre (closed for closertothelifeofeveryday)

Jehan had heard about the accident, he wasn't the first as Enjolras and Courfeyrac were there the moment it happened-some sort of best friend mind reading powers probably- Finally after late night classes the poet came in to visit his friend, they didn't tell him much only that physically, he was doing great. So Jehan wandered in with a smile on his face and some dehydrated flowers he'd dried to keep the smell nice for the other man.

"Hey 'Ferre. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.." he spoke in a soft and sweet tone.

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Jehan had simply gone out to pick up some food for the three of them, food and diapers were pretty much the main things on their list. When he picked up the phone to hear Enjolras and the baby crying he sighed, this had become a regular thing for all three of them. "Shh, Enjolras, darling, calm down. Just put in some earphones, sometimes we just have to let the baby cry." he said in a light and soothing voice. "I'll be home as soon as I can."

I'm writing this open starter for the sake of my sanity

(So baby can be adopted if it’s two guys or biological if not or we can go mpreg versical which has to be alpha omega verse for me) Enjolras was tired and overworked. He had practically pleaded with his lover that morning to find a baby sitter - that he had so much work to get through. It would have been fine if the baby hadn’t started crying the instant his partner left. Over an hour later and the crying hadn’t stopped. He despaired and two hours later gave up, calling his partner, now in tears himself “please come home.” He sobbed.

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By the way folks, This is hellbound-fashionista's Jehan blog. Come say hi and get high with the poet sometime.

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Jaco Van Den Hoven

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I don't really like the fanon jehan obsessed with floral tones but check this shit out this is ridiculous.

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Jaco van den Hoven

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OHMYGOD TWO OF MY MUSES! 

miller-malechav and the-final-verses-of-prouvaire (this account)

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M00dy tEEN en We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/38205289/via/emilyfilth

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Heya 

This used to be my Minette oc page (I never used them, because they were too much like mont but not enough like mont for me to love them so I just always went on mont instead of them) 

Now, This shall become my Prouvaire account. 

I will be tracking 'thefinalversesofprouvare'

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"You have Children, and you had to deal with Montparnasse as a teenager, My son is seventeen now, and he still can't go out on a raid on his own, unlike the Minette, I want the Clandestinites to stay in the family." he smiled and held out a brief case. "I offered Claquesous the same amount, half of a million, just to train my boy." he paused for a moment. "He's um... afraid to kill people, scared of guts and blood."

Bonsoir Babet, How have you been?

Been well, Mort.  And yourself?

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"My bad, I forgot that you're probably fucking that little dandy nowadays. The things that boy can do with his legs, mmm, nice ass too eh?" he laughed and then parked at an empty lot. He took out a wad of cash, an uncountable amount and pulled a brief case from the side. "Unlike the 'Minette, I want the Clandestinites to stay in my family. He's gone on a few raids with me, but he is clumsy.... and a bit dense in the head. However, This gang will go to him next after I die, and I'm willing to pay you one million dollars."

When we were Young | open | Mort and ?