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The Miserables Month Days 14 and 16: Disguise and Intrepid (Jehanparnasse):

((Combined Days 14 and 16 of @themiserablesmonth it’s a little over 2K long enjoy!))

The Miserables Month Days 14 and 16: Disguise and Intrepid (Jehanparnasse):

The kingdom was in a state of pure excitement, the king had recently announced a masquerade ball in honor of his son Prince Jehan. The ball would take place on the prince’s birthday, and all potential suiters were to attend. This would be the evening that Jehan would select his spouse. His father had encouraged him to choose from his friends’ sons and daughters at the ball, and Jehan had reluctantly agreed. The peasants and lower ranking nobles were invited to make it seem like the prince could choose anyone he happened to feel a connection with, but Jehan knew he was trapped into choosing from a list of suiters of which his father pre-approved for him.

While Prince Jehan prepared himself for the ball, a group of thieves had gotten their hands on some invitations. The Patron Minette was going to infiltrate the palace, kidnap the young prince, and hold him for ransom for all the crown jewels in the kingdom. Claquesous had arranged for the disguises to be made, they would give the names of lords that no one had heard from in years and enter the ball. Two of them would distract the king and queen while the rest got the prince away quietly. No one was to stray from the plan, no one was to let the prince be lost to them.

On the day before the ball, Jehan went into the village to gather fabrics and materials for his costume. The prince spotted a dashing young man in the street, who bowed to him, “Good day to you your highness.”

“Good day…?” Jehan paused waiting for a name.

“Montparnasse at your service,” the charming young man bowed to him once more.

“Montparnasse, what a lovely name,” Jehan smiled sweetly at him, “A lovely name for a lovely man.”

“You flatter me, pretty little Bird,” Montparnasse grinned.

As the two conversed, Mont skillfully picked up a piece of jewelry and pocketed it with no one noticing, even the prince.

Jehan got butterflies talking to this man, “I hope to see you at the ball, Montparnasse.”

“I doubt you will, but I hope so too, Little Bird,” Montparnasse grinned, this was too easy, the prince already trusted him it seemed.

Jehan was quickly whisked away by a guard, warning him to stay away from the no-good thief Montparnasse and the rest of his crew, or the young prince might get hurt. Jehan looked back, slightly disappointed, but still interested in this man and hopeful that they would meet again.

The night of the masquerade came, and Jehan was dressed as the prince of the forest fae. He donned an elaborate crown of flowers and gold leaves, and a costume made of the finest silks the kingdom could provide. He greeted the guests, his numerous suiters, with polite smiles and pleasantries. He then looked up when Lord Jaques de Montemare was announced, he hadn’t heard of him before, but the second he looked up he was enamored by his looks, his costume, his everything.

Montparnasse walked down the steps as he was announced and immediately started towards the young prince. He donned a rather dashing maroon-colored cloak over a simpler black suit. His mask was that of a cat, intricate and gold that covered most of his face, leaving just his smirk for the prince to see as he approached.

“Bonsoir mon prince,” Montparnasse took Jehan’s hand and kissed it gently.

Jehan gazed upon him, blushing at the kiss to his hand, “Good evening to you, good sir,” he managed to remain regal as ever through his heart’s fluttering.

“May I have this dance, your highness?” Montparnasse asked him as the music swelled. He extended a hand to Jehan.

Jehan simply nodded and accepted the man’s hand. He was led to the center of the floor and elegantly pulled into hold as the waltz started.

“So, my prince, have any young men or women caught your attention tonight?” Mont asked, charming as ever.

“I believe one already has,” Jehan nodded as his cheeks darkened once more.

“Perhaps a walk in the garden once the waltz ends, if I may be so bold?” Montparnasse suggested smoothly.

“Nothing would please me more, sir,” Jehan smiled at him.

They talked through the dance, and Jehan told him of all his plans for the kingdom once it was his time to succeed to the throne. He smiled as he explained the reforms he would put through, the fact that no man would ever go hungry as long as he was in charge. No child would be without a loving home, no person would be unsafe in his kingdom, no more suffering, no more persecution, no one would need steal to survive ever again if the young prince had his way.

“Little Bird, your plan is too idealistic, it can never happen all at once,” Montparnasse smirked a little, “No one can fix everything.”

“I know it is idealistic, and I know it won’t be easy, change is rarely so, but I can do it. I have a plan, and I have people who have devoted themselves to helping me achieve it. My kingdom will be one of peace and prosperity for all,” Jehan smiled his optimistic soft smile and his eyes lit up with hope. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the nickname. It was Montparnasse, the thief from the village market place, he’d come to see him after all.

Oh no…that smile…his eyes through the mask…goddamn it I cannot go through with this. I’ve fallen for him. Montparnasse’s face fell slightly, he couldn’t hurt this man, and he would have to tell the others to abandon the plan.

“What’s wrong?” Jehan asked as the song ended, “Was it something I said?”

“Oh it’s nothing to concern yourself with, Little Bird, let’s take our walk,” Mont smiled easily. Inside he was torn; he couldn’t let the others go through with this, but if he refused they’d surely take their revenge on him and take the prince anyway, and then he couldn’t stop them from hurting him.

Jehan linked arms with him and the two strolled out to the garden. “Thank you for sneaking in here, Montparnasse,” he whispered once they were out of sight.

Mont’s eyes went wide, “How did you…?”

“No one else calls me Little Bird,” Jehan grinned, “Besides; I would recognize those eyes through any disguise. Don’t worry I won’t let the guards know you’re here. I trust you.”

Mont felt his heart break; he would betray his trust and the prince would never feel the same way for him again. “Thank you for that, Little Bird. I need you to trust me no matter what may happen tonight.”

“What do you mean?” Jehan asked, “What may happen?”

“I don’t know, but know this, I will protect you,” Montparnasse promised him. He kissed the prince deeply, cupping his cheek and pulling him in close.

Jehan kissed back, feeling his heart beat faster and his face darken, “Protect me from what? The monsters in the forest?” he asked with a breathy laugh.

Before Montparnasse could respond, Babet snuck up and covered Jehan’s mouth, “Hello, highness, mind if we take you for a little ride?”

Jehan tried to scream and struggled frantically in his grasp. This wasn’t happening. Why isn’t Montparnasse helping? He promised he would protect me! Then it dawned on him, this man he’d fallen I love with ten minutes prior was behind it.

Claquesous appeared and tied the prince’s hands behind his back, “Right this way highness.”

Babet pulled handkerchief from his pocket and tied it into Jehan’s mouth before drawing a dagger out from his belt and pressing it to Jehan’s back, “Walk to the carriage nicely little prince.”

Montparnasse protested, “Put the damn dagger away, Babet, he won’t run.”

“Going soft, ‘Parnasse?” Babet teased him as he pushed the prince to the carriage. He opened a large wooden trunk and lifted him up locking him inside.

As the lid closed, Montparnasse mouthed an apology to him.

Jehan glared up at him and cursed him through the gag.

Babet just laughed, “Poor kid thought you really had feelings for him.”

Later at the safe house, Jehan was bound to a chair and refused to answer any questions, earning him a sharp slap to the face. Mont had had to bite his tongue and allow it while he thought of a plan to get Jehan home safely. Montparnasse was assigned to guard the prisoner while the gang sent the ransom letter to his parents. Babet had cut a lock of the prince’s hair and torn a flower from his costume.

Mont waited until they were alone and pulled the gag out of Jehan’s mouth, “I’m sorry Little Bird.”

“How could you? You promised me you’d protect me,” Jehan cried, “You’ll all hang for this, and to think I trusted you.”

“Jehan, listen to me,” Montparnasse whispered, “I promise I won’t let them hurt you. I wanted to protect you, but they’ll kill me if I go against them. I’ll get you out of here safely I swear it.”

“How can I trust you after you let them do this to me?” Jehan leaned away from him.

“Because I heard your ideas, your plans, for when you’re king, and I fell for you so hard, Little Bird,” Mont cupped his cheek, “I love you, my prince,” he kissed him softly.

Jehan kissed back, he couldn’t tell why, but he trusted this man, this man that he’d been warned about and told was no good. He trusted him completely, “I love you too, Montparnasse. Don’t let them kill me, please,” for the first time he let it show how terrified he was.

“I promise they’ll have to go through me to harm you in any way. When they leave to drop the letter off at midnight, we’ll wait ten minutes and I’ll get you home. I just ask that you give me enough time to escape so I have a chance of surviving.”

“You won’t need to escape, the ball was meant for me to choose who I marry, and I’m choosing you,” Jehan told him, “I want you to be my husband and rule by my side.”

Montparnasse fell silent and looked slightly confused, “But I’m a criminal. Surely a lord would be better suited to rule beside a prince?”

“I don’t want a lord, I want you, and I wish my hands were free so I could touch you,” Jehan pulled at the ropes and winced as they dug into his wrists.

Montparnasse moved closer to him and held his face in his hands kissing him once more, “I love you, Little Birdie, so much.”

Midnight soon arrived and true to his word, Montparnasse cut the ties off him, gently kissing his wrists. “Hurry, there’s not a moment to lose.”

Jehan threw his arms around him and held tight for a moment before letting go and nodding. “I’m ready, Monty.”

Montparnasse took his hand and held it tight, leading him through the back of the safe house. He stole a horse, well his horse, and that wasn’t really stealing in his book. He helped the prince up onto the horse and got on behind him, petting the horse’s mane, “Good girl,” he took the reins and snapped them.

The horse took off towards the castle, but little did they know Babet had stayed behind suspecting that this would happen. Arrows flew through the air towards them, but the horse skillfully avoided them all. Babet mounted his own horse and chased them.

They arrived at the palace steps; they were safe. Montparnasse dismounted and helped Jehan off the horse. As Jehan’s feet hit the ground, Montparnasse cried out in pain. An arrow had pierced his chest.

“NO!” Jehan leaped in front of him and grabbed Montparnasse’s sword from his belt. He readied himself to fight the assailant.

Babet hopped off his horse and drew his own sword, seemingly unthreatened by the young prince. He lunged at him with the sword, cutting his arm.

Jehan hissed in pain and managed to move away. He blocked the next swipe, the next, and the next after that. He swung furiously, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and disarmed Babet, “Stand down!” he yelled at the man.

The guards soon came and arrested Babet and sent for medics for the prince and Montparnasse.

Jehan knelt beside him, “It’s okay, you’re safe now my love, you’re going to make it, you saved my life. I’m going to protect you now. You’re going to be alright, I promise.”

Mont grunted in pain, “I-I think not…Please forgive me…before I go I need to know you forgive me for all this…please…Little Bird…”

Jehan cried, “No, no I won’t let you die. Not now, I’m going to marry you. Of course I forgive you, you saved my life.”

Mont smiled, “L-Love you…”

“I love you too,” Jehan put pressure around the wound as the medics rushed outside, “Please save him, he saved my life.”

Montparnasse’s world went dark.

The next morning he woke in the palace infirmary and looked around until he spotted Jehan asleep with his head on the bed by his own. He smiled, “Good morning, Little Bird,” he whispered.

Jehan woke and smiled brightly, “You’re awake, you’re okay!”

“Thanks to you,” Montparnasse smiled and kissed his cheek, “You were an intrepid hero, my darling Little Bird.”

“You have a week of bedrest from that wound, and then we have a wedding to plan, so get better that’s an order from your prince,” Jehan laid beside him and played with his hair, “I’ll be with you every moment.”

The king walked into the room, “Montparnasse?”

“Yes sire?” Mont bowed his head, “I apologize for putting the prince in danger, “I swear from this moment on I will protect him with my life.”

The king smiled, “I was reluctant to allow my son to marry outside of the nobility, but your devotion to him, and that you were willing to risk death to get him home safe has earned you my blessing. I know you two will be great rulers someday, and that you will care for him like no other. Welcome to the family. As for your friends, Jehan has alerted me to their financial distress, and we will grant them pardons, you two may deal with them as you please.”

“Thank you your majesty,” Montparnasse smiled and held onto Jehan’s hand, “You’re right, I love him as I have loved no other before him. I hope to be a suitable husband to him.”

“You will be Monty,” Jehan assured him.

The next month they were married and they lived happily ever after.

#the miserables month #jehan #jehan prouvaire #montparnasse #jehanparnasse #montprouvaire #montparnasse x jehan #jehan x montparnasse #les amis #les amis de l'abc #les mis #les miserables #Patron Minette #fic #fanfic #les mis fanfic #katie writes #long story #2k

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i haven’t read the vampire chronicles yet but i find it hilarious how whenever you talk to a fan they’re always like “yeah it started off pretty good but some of the books just go completely off the rails” and you’re like “oh, like the one where the main centuries-old vampire chooses to deal with his existential crisis and angst by becoming a goth rockstar?” and then they’re like “no that’s one of the good ones”

#The Vampire Lestat #fave book #katie's fav #Lestat #Lestat De Lioncourt #Anne Rice #vampire chronicles

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Hi Everyone!

I’m posting the link to my AO3 page! It has all the fics I’ve posted here on tumblr and some others that aren’t Les Mis related! If you want a ficlet please come into my askbox and send me a prompt. I promise I don’t bite!!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/ElizaEnjolrasdeLioncourt/works

#elizaenjolrasdeliocourt #katie writes #katies thoughts #katie speaks #fanfiction #ao3

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This blog turned 5 today!!

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The Miserables Month Day 3: Quiet (Courferre):

“Ssshhh!”

That was the first thing Courfeyrac ever heard Combeferre say to him. He’d been talking too loud in the library, and the librarian had to reprimand him. Normally, he would’ve rolled his eyes, but when he looked up and saw Combeferre the only thing he could managed was a whispered, “I’m sorry.” He looked down to hide the fact that this man had him blushing without technically uttering a single word.

Within a couple of weeks, he had figures out exactly when “the hot librarian” was working, and always chose to go study on those days. He dragged his friends along with him to make himself seem less obvious, although his friends all seemed to know his true motive as soon as they saw the sweater-vest, and glasses-clad hot nerd working the desk. Courfeyrac had always had a type. Each time he was there, he would not quite intentionally laugh a little too loud, or speak at a less than appropriate volume.

Little did he know the librarian looked forward to reprimanding him as part of his routine. He would casually stroll by as his group was talking and wait for his inevitable outburst.

“Quiet, please, this is a library,” Ferre would tell him, suppressing a smirk. Occasionally he would throw in a shush or a disapproving glare. This is flirting, right? He would think to himself as he returned to stocking the shelves or walked back to his desk. By now, from checking out his books and listening to his conversations, Combeferre had learned that the man’s name was Courfeyrac, he was a second year law student, and he was single (tragically as the man himself had declared loudly, earning him another admonishment).

One night, close to closing time, Courfeyrac decided to test the librarian’s limits. He had developed quite the crush on him, after all, and wasn’t this the proper way to flirt with a librarian? He hadn’t seen Ferre all week, and he needed his scolding, as it had become part of his studying routine. That night he hadn’t seen Ferre take his glasses off and rub his eyes from exhaustion, despite the ungodly amount of coffee he’d consumed. Naturally, for his grand gesture, Courfeyrac decided a song was appropriate, and would earn him more than just a light, “ssshh” or “quiet down please,” and he was right.

An exasperated Combeferre walked towards the table and crossed his arms, “Courfeyrac, what on god’s earth do I have to do to make you be quiet?” he asked as he fixed Courfeyrac with his signature disapproving glare, that the other had come to know and love.

Courfeyrac was shocked, he didn’t realize the librarian knew his name, but he smirked his crooked smirk nonetheless, “Well, you could buy me a drink after your shift? Maybe kiss me a little?”

Combeferre was speechless for a moment as he did something that few had ever seen him do before, he blushed. He cleared his throat and regained his composure, “I’ll meet you out front at nine then,” he walked away from the table, “Only if you’re a good boy and keep quiet until then,” he added with a smirk, and for once Courfeyrac did just that.

Three years later, Combeferre proposed on the front steps of the library. Courfeyrac was anything but quiet as he screamed, “YES!” and threw his arms around his fiancé, tackling Combeferre onto the library’s front lawn, and kissed him.

By then, Combeferre knew it was pointless to try to keep Courfeyrac quiet.

@themiserablesmonth

#the miserables month #day 3 #courferre #combeferre #courfeyrac #courfeyrac x combeferre #combeferre x courfeyrac #katie writes #fanfic #les mis #Les Miserables #les amis #les amis de l'abc #send me more prompts

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Enjolras: About a month ago, Grantaire and I slept together.

Combeferre: And?

Enjolras: I thought you’d be more surprised.

Combeferre: Oh, sorry.

Combeferre, in a shocked voice: And?

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The Miserables Month Day 1: Last

Day 1: Last (Enjoltaire):

The last time Enjolras saw Grantaire they were in high school. He fondly remembered Grantaire as not only the kid that was usually covered in paint from art class, but the cool kid he’d seen sneaking away after attendance was taken to skip gym class. He recalled the raging crush he’d had on the other then, how sexy his little smirk was when he’d asked Enjolras to copy his math homework having “left his at home,” and how quickly Enj had agreed to this proposal. He remembered how he’d gone to the school’s art gallery alone at the end of senior year, hoping to catch a glimpse of the artist and his work, and doing so successfully, but losing the courage to tell him how beautiful it was, along with the courage to ask him to the prom. On the last day of school, he had managed to get ahold of Grantaire’s yearbook as he passed it around their math class. After careful consideration he’d written, “Good luck in all you do. Never stop making art; it’s really lovely, A. Enjolras.”

Grantaire remembered those days less fondly, save for the memory of the blond boy who let him copy his math homework whenever he asked. He remembered Enjolras less as the nerd that he was known as by the rest of the student body, and more as the boy who successfully led a protest against cutting funding to the arts, although he never set foot in an art class. He remembered how he wore the same red zip-up sweater from September to December every year, and the same bright red high top sneakers every day for gym class. He would laugh softly to himself remembering how happy he was to allow Grantaire to copy homework that he clearly never attempted but claimed to have left home. But most vividly he remembered the blond boy coming to the art show and looking at his work, smiling, but never saying anything, and how horribly he regretted not making a conversation with him and not asking him to be his date for prom. That same day in math class he was able to sign Enj’s yearbook as well, writing, “Apollo: Go change the world! I believe in you!-R P.S. OH! Thanks for all the math homework J”

These memories all found their way to the surface as Enjolras and Grantaire made eye contact across a crowded bar. As they moved closer to each other across the room, their smiles widened, It really is him! They both found themselves thinking at the same time. They tried to speak at the same time and laughed.

“You first, Apollo,” R smiled.

Enj blushed, “The A actually stands for Alexander, but I just go by Enjolras now. How are you? The last time I saw you was the last day of high school.”

“I like Apollo better, it suits you,” R shrugged, “I’m alright, my art gallery opens tomorrow. You know your message in the yearbook encouraged me to keep going when the critics got tough.”

Enj’s eyes widened, “It did? Yours encouraged me to run for office. I won my first election this year,” he smiled brightly.

“I’ll be damned, Apollo is changing the world after all,” R winked, “Mind if I buy you a drink?”

“I’d like that a lot,” Enj blushed a little and found them a seat at the bar.

The two talked and reminisced about high school until the bar closed. They covered math homework, gym class, art shows, prom, all of it. They even admitted that they had the hugest crushes on one another, and at the end of the night, they both knew how lucky they were that the previous time they’d seen each other hadn’t been the last.

@themiserablesmonth

#enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire #enjolras x grantaire #the miserables month #les mis #les miserables #les amis de l'abc #les amis #fanfiction #katie writes

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Guess Who’s Back!!!! For real this time!!

I’m going to be posting as many short fics as possible for @themiserablesmonth trying to get back into the swing of writing more frequently. Then I will FINALLY answer the prompts in my askbox!

#katie writes #katie speaks #send prompts #les miserables #les mis #les miz #les amis #fanfic #the miserables month

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Everyone, we are forgetting an important fact and it is that Combeferre canonically knows how to translate hieroglyphics

#and so can I!!!#More or les anyway #about katie

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here’s a list that nobody asked for of M*A*S*H episodes/things that make me soft in no particular order other than which one pops first in my head (feel free to add more):

-that one episode in which Radar spends 70% of the time looking for tomato juice to give to Col Potter just because he said it was his favorite and in the end they find out Col Potter is allergic to it and can’t drink it and Radar’s like “it was all for nothing :((” but Col Potter tells him “kindness is never for nothing” and :))

-the 4077 watching those homemade videos of Henry’s family + the one of Peg and Erin for BJ’s anniversary

-BJ telling a bedtime story to those kids

-Klinger talking about his family/Toledo

-Father Mulcahy doing basically anything

-BJ talking about his own kid idc which episode it is it just makes me soft

-literally any heartfelt conversation Radar and Hawkeye have

-“the party”

-when Radar gives Sophie to Col Potter

-Radar sort of adopting basically every single animal ever

-Trapper walking through a minefield without thinking it twice to save a little kid

-Henry giving the thermometer his father gave him to Radar before leaving the 4077

-Margaret showing her engagement ring after getting engaged i know Doland was shit but she looked so excited in that episode

-Radar leaving his teddy bear to Hawkeye before going home

-Charles giving his Moby Dick book to a soldier with speech impediment and basically being soft during the entire episode

-that one in which they all get letters from kids from maine and Charles gets one that has a leaf because it’s autumn and he just gets happy

-the same one of the letters but when Hawkeye writes to a kid “i suggest that you look for good wherever you can find it” and less than a millisecond later BJ appears at his side

-Col Potter saying “the only thing i want to remember about this place is you people” <3

-Margaret callig herself “auntie Margaret” of that baby girl in ‘Yessir, that’s our baby’

-Hawkeye taping a red tassel from a lantern to his jacket after stating he hated those green uniforms (+ BJ throwing him a surprise party where they are all dressed in red later on that same episode….. so soft)

-BJ and Hawkeye telling each other how much they mean to one another

-basically every time someone expresses their love for someone else

-Charles talking to Hawkeye about his life/relationship with his father after Hawkeye finds out his dad is going to be operated and he can’t reach him on the phone

-Klinger trading a salami for a book full of photos of Hawkeye’s hometown just to make him happy

-Father Mulcahy running that race and winning and just donating all the money to the orphanage <3

-the nurses doing basically anything that means supporting each other !!!!!!

-i don’t remember who told Radar that there’s no shame in crying (or sth like that) but yeah that moment

-when Hawkeye thought Trapper was leaving and told him “you made it bearable”

-everyone’s goodbye scene in the series finale

-BJ telling Hawkeye “I can’t imagine what this place would’ve been like if I hadn’t found you here” and basically all of their goodbye scene

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