#I want Bossuet and Joly to be happy with Musichetta and them three spending time together in the Musain while everyone's trying to decide

[portgasdsue]

Sometimes I wonder why I like scrolling through Les Amis text posts or shitposts (like, posts where they speak to each other and make jokes and have fun with the Ami: "" format, idk) so much and spend hours looking for them and reading, and then,, I realize,, "so I do this because I need to imagine them talking and having a good time together and stuff in order to stop being sad about them and this is yet another sign of me not getting over their deaths because I try to make myself feel like they're still alive and I'm going to cry-"

[midasinc]

For the ship headcanons ask.... If you know me you already know which ones I'm going to ask for. x)

JMB as a poly relationship + Grantaire as a very close friend/queerplatonic partner!

omg i REALLY want to do this one

modern era JBM hcs (bonus: queerplatonic r):

-okay the way I interpret their relationship is that joly is dating both bossuet and chetta, but bossuet and chetta have a queerplatonic relationship. granatire is bossuet's friend from forever ago and they've sort of sucked him into their lives and sometimes joly will joke and be like "it can't be that bad going out with all of us" and grantaire will stick out his tongue and go "you already have two partners, joly. don't be greedy- you don't need a third" but he still is very very close with all of them

-jbm is really into drag. they LOVE drag. a good weekend for them is seeing a local drag show and they've done drag themselves. bossuet is super versed in ballroom culture and sometimes convinces grantaire to come with them and surprisingly grantaire also really likes the drag/ball scene of paris

-all of them can cook. bossuet is from drc, joly is argentinean, musichetta is from a rich part of monaco, and grantaire is italian and together they could win a cooking competition. bossuet is completely vegan and joly has celiacs, but they find a way to make vegan-friendly and gluten-free meals out of both traditional dishes and more random dishes that they all like. they all love to try things outside the box and go outside of cultures they're familiar with. the jbm apartment always smells like a home-cooked meal

-musichetta is incredibly physical with her affection. she greets her beaus with a kiss to each cheek and grantaire gets a special lil forehead kiss. she's also a big spoon by height but a little spoon at heart and bossuet is better at fulfilling that internal desire because joly can try but he's 5'2 and musichetta is 5'9 and it just does not work out as well as they'd like

-a lot of people don't really understand their dynamic but they try not to get stressed out and annoyed when people badger them with questions. most of the time joly will just say "we're happy, that's all that matters" and when people ask grantaire he just shrugs and grumbles something before returning to his game of pool

-big... snuggle piles... they have a king sized bed and it's perfect for group naps with grantaire

-a lot of people think grantaire lives with them but that's not really true. he has a shitty apartment of his own but he spends 5/7 days of the week with jbm because their apartment is nicer than his and he gets lots of smooches and hugs and warm meals when he's around them

-bossuet is super into makeup and likes to practice looks on both musichetta and joly. sometimes the three of them will go to meetings with beat face and it's kind of funny but also they pull it off so well that you can't even laugh. grantaire usually sits behind and scrolls on his phone when bossuet does this because makeup makes him break out really bad, but he allows the occasional eyeliner and eyeshadow look

-all three of them are so hydrated. all the time. they have one of those brita water filters and it gets refilled probably 3 times a day. they are HYDRATED. grantaire is not oh my god his piss is like burnt orange and joly is Working On a way to keep that guy hydrated

-air fryer. i don't think i need to say more but they have an air fryer and yes they all talk about it constantly (grantaire forgets he doesn't have one as well and sometimes when he's home and wants to roast some veggies he's like :|)

-joly celebrates three anniversaries: one for when he started dating bossuet, one for when he started dating musichetta too, and then their chosen anniversary on may 1st. joly really likes celebrating stuff and he doesn't count years, he's just celebrating being with the people he loves very much. it doesn't matter who he was in a relationship with longer

-they've also mastered the art of vegan-friendly-gluten-free charcuterie boards. charcuterie boards are a game to joly and he is WINNING. they are ARTWORK to him. grantaire makes fun of it all he wants but he still sneaks handfuls of sun-dried tomatoes from it and hums happily when joly arranges a new one

[cumbercookiebatchs]

I loved your hc about Enj's cousin having a crush on R, so, let's have this:

-Enjolras favorite cousins (Maximilien and Eloise) are staying with him for a bit.

-Max goes out for a walk one day while Enj and Eloise stay home, and so Max meets Grantaire.

-They hit it off right away, but Max forgets to ask for R's name, so he spends the following days daydreaming and lamenting not even asking for his name.

-It's bad, like Marius before Cosette noticed him bad.

-Enjolras is a bit suspicious at first because he does know a tall, tattoed, and totally hot guy with dark curly hair, but he lets it go because, what are the chances?

-Come Friday,and the three of them are on their way to an ABC meeting.

-Enjolras introduces his cousins. Eloise makes fast friends with Jehan and Musichetta, while Max sits near Enjolras, and starts conversation with Cosette and Feuilly.

-R comes in laughing at something that either Bossuet or Joly could have said, and all eyes are on him.

-It's then when Enjolras feels Max tugging hard on his sleeve, and murmuring in half wonder, half excitement "that's him, that's the guy!"

-And Enjolras doesn't need more clarifications, because Joly is so terriefied of needles he'd faint before getting a tattoo, and there's no hair on Bossuet's head. So that's it, it must be—no, it is Grantaire.

-R approaches, and he greets Max first, and Enjolras blood boils.

-He spends the rest of the week and the following one acting a bit cold towards both Max and Grantaire. Les Amis each take a turn to show Eloise and Max a cool activity to do in Paris, and to Enjolras chagrin, Max and Grantaire are inseparable.

-Next Friday comes, and it's Grantaire's turn. He chooses hide and seek in the Louvre.

-Enjolras feels a little wary, but even Combeferre is excited, so he gives it a try. Rules are simple, one group searches, one hides, hiding in bathrooms is forbidden, and everyone must be out before the museum closes at 11pm.

-The teams were chosen by putting all names in a hat.

-The ones who search: Bossuet, Eponine, Combeferre, Max, Musichetta, Bahorel, Feuilly and Marius.

-The ones who hide: Grantaire, Eloise, Cosette, Joly, Jehan, Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Gavroche.

-The game is going well, but Enjolras knows very well the sound Ferre's shoes make, and they sound closer every second. Enjolras tries his luck by darting across the hall as fast as he can until he finds a door, enters, and shuts it behind him.

-Enjolras tries to catch his breath, and of fucking course he is not alone

-Grantaire is there too, in case you couldn't guess

- There's a bit of awkward silence between them for a while, and when Enjolras is about to break it, Grantaire suddenly has him pinned against a wall with a hand on Enjolras mouth and making a "sh" sound.

-Enjolras stays as still as he can with Grantaire that close, he doesn't understand what's happening, but then he hears Eponine's muffled voice from outside the room.

-Grantaire stays close even long after Eponine is gone, and Enjolras isn't thinking when he gets up his tip toes and kisses the corner of R's mouth.

-He regrets that instantly and goes on a ramble about how Max is in love with R and how Grantaire is in love with Max, and how it's stupid that he is jealous and—

-Grantaire kisses him, fully on the mout now, and Enjolras lets him, because gosh how much he wanted that, and so Enjolras lets Grantaire kiss him and— (yes again)

-The door flew open and Max is there, wide eye, looking, and Enjolras thinks he will faint from shame... that is only Max starts to laugh and congratulates R "you did it bro!" and proceeds to close the door, not before assuring that he will pretend to see nothing.

-Enjolras is confused as ever, and Grantaire then explains at first Max was actually interested in him, but upon discovering his crush on Enjolras, Max and R created a kind of scheme to get them together.

- "so you don't like him?" "nope" "and he doesn't lile you? " "not anymore" "okay... now come back and kiss me"

-Grantaire kisses him again, after a while, the door opens again, but this time is the security guard, who's not very happy about the two students making out in the supplies closet.

-"and how did it go?" Max wiggles his eyebrows suggestively towards Enjolras on the way to the blond's apartment. "How went what?" asks Eloise, "nothing!" Enjolras says almost instantly, but Eloise is faster and points out the bruise on Enjolras neck, "so that's why you were nowhere to be found!" she laughs, and soon the three cousins are laughing underneath the the stars of the Paris night-sky.

(Sorry if it's too long, and sorry for the typos)

I. Am. Combusting.

THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU I ADORE YOU OH MY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺😭😭😭

[ayashiki-i-i]

Sadly, whenever I spend 30+ hours on a drawing I hate it with all my being, but when I decide to doodle happy Grantaire and Joly as a background activity to my brain sorting out my head cannons and backstories for them, it comes out better than anything I’ve ever drawn before.

Well I say sadly but I’m veery happy with the result so then again... Ultimate happiness? That works I guess?

The results of that brainstorming going on while drawing this in a little ficlet under the cut!

It’s weird, sometimes, how little Joly’s lovers actually understand him. Joly’s mind tends to work best in tidily ordered boxes, sorting and labelling everything for Joly to find at a moment’s notice, and as such, he subconsciously divides his life into quite clearly defined stages. They stack on top of each other neatly like books in a series, and each book has it’s ordered chapters, divided into paragraphs. So far there are three books, three main seasons of Joly’s life - The Time with His Leg, The Time without his Leg, and The Time in University in Paris. And when Joly thinks about it, it’s even stranger to know that the only person to appear in all three books beside Joly, the protagonist, is Grantaire.

And Joly doesn’t know how to explain to Bossuet and Musichetta that this small, thin, boy’s limb that hasn’t been part of Joly’s life for almost twelve years now is the reason why they can never fully know who Joly is.

Joly’s left leg at this point is as foreign object to him as it would be to his partners and his friends in Paris, who’ve never seen it. And yet, it’s important, it’s important that Grantaire has seen it, even if he doesn’t think of it much (Joly hopes he doesn’t think of it much), it’s important that someone knows him from before he was broken, and from when he was healing, and now with all his scars.

Musichetta and Bossuet don’t understand why Joly won’t replace his old prosthetic with one of the modern, cooler, more functional ones. They are accommodating in every way, but they throw concerned looks behind his back when he’s stubbornly limping up the stairs in an old building that doesn’t have a lift installed, when Bossuet offered a piggyback ride to their desired floor. They cheerfully dive into research on disability access but Joly can see their smiles fade a little when they realise how limiting it sometimes can be.

But Grantaire never hesitates when it comes to Joly and his leg, or the lack of. The prosthetic’s been part of his life for nearly as long as it’s been part of Joly’s, from the moment Joly came back to school after the accident, still in a wheelchair because he could hardly make it three steps before tripping, and of all the kids gaping at his leg, the curly little boy Joly hadn’t been particularly friendly with before the accident, gasped:

“Cool! Like a pirate!”

And him and Grantaire were the best friends ever since.

Grantaire no longer gets disappointed if Joly can’t do something, because just like Joly, he doesn’t even think of what Joly can’t do, doesn’t get excited for a place or a trip and then come to a cold realisation they can’t go. He doesn’t even consider options that wouldn’t work for Joly and his leg, he moves straight to the ones that do. He doesn’t doubt Joly’s limits, because he was there when Joly was learning them, and he knows how important it is for Joly to do as much as he can independently.

He knows exactly which joke flies and which doesn’t without having to look to Joly’s face and second-guess himself. He knows what level of pain is tolerable and when Joly needs a break without asking.

But he also knows which set of Joly’s grandparents are ba and ong and which are grand-mere and grand-pere. He knows the names of all his little cousins in Vietnam. He knows never to mention the seventh grade maths. And how his nickname Joly came about.

Joly is sure, down to his bones, that one day, Bossuet and Musichetta will know all this too, and more. They’re not leaving, and neither is Joly. They will read Joly at the quirk of his eyebrow and a nod of his head and there will never be need for Joly to mourn a fake smile that just passed, or sigh before an explanation he would rather avoid. And he knows that as the chapters of his life will keep turning, Grantaire might appear on the pages less frequently. He might not even get a starring role in the next book. He will always remember the exact number of the child prosthetics Joly went through during his, admittedly short, growth spurt. But maybe he will not know how pretty the journey to Lyon to pick up a new 3D printed leg that Joly will have taken with his lovers was. He might remark on the cool design Joly has chosen, but he will not know how the poppy fields looked like they were on fire and how Musichetta parked by the side of the road so they could look and take pictures.

But for now Joly opens the door to his and Bossuet and Musichetta’s apartment, having found some errand for them to run, so him and Grantaire can spend some time on their own and R can work in peace.

“So, I was thinking,we probably won’t have time for another session before the Pride, so what about some rainbow colours?” Grantaire says, ever enthusiastic about art if about nothing else on Earth, coming through laden with paints and brushes and setting sprays.

“Oh that would be awesome!” Joly claps his hands excitedly and they sit down at their usual place in front of the french window.

They’ve done this ritual hundred times over since the primary school days, when Joly felt ashamed for his leg still and Grantaire came up with a colourful, creative solution to the problem. They sit mostly in silence, and Joly basks in it, basks in the comfort of being able to bring one person with him to every book, keep one action the same for now.

That’s why he doesn’t want to update his leg. He will, soon, and he will explain then to Bossuet and Musichetta, the cruelty of the children and the painful learning process of replacing a part of yourself with a cold, unfeeling object, and making it his own. But for now, he enjoys the leftover habit of that process, and the person who was with him through it all and - for now - knows him the best.

[revolutionnaire-farouche]

A Certain Romance

Summary: Modern!AU Enjolras and Reader are really good friends, but they start to experience other emotions.

Pairings: Enjolras x Reader (Female)

Notes: Sorry for any spelling mistakes, or another errors! Also Y/F/B stands for "Your favourite band" and Y/N/N stands for Your nickname. Enjoy!

Everyone knew that you and Enjolras were friends for a long time, and that you were really close. Some of the other Les Amis make jokes about how he always looked softer when he was around you, and it was true, he left his tipical severity aside, and he would always gave you smiles. But, nevertheless that, you were just friends. You knew Enjolras pretty well, and also you knew that his passion and his beauty gave him a lot of admirers, but he reject them all, to focus completely in collage and politics. Love was definitely not a priority for him, so although you may felt something for him, (After all, it was almost a natural reaction before him) you didn't wanted to risk your friendship.

Every morning, he waited for you at collage, with a two coffees, and a smile on his face. He usually walked you home and, on the way, both of you talked about your day. Most of the time, your friends could see him resting his head on your lap, while reading a book, and your hands were always caressing his blond curls.You share projects, protest groups, and interests. Besides you had the other one's back when any of you felt dragged down, and you always suceed to cheer the other up. And you were so comfortable with eachother, that you don't even needed to talk all the time, and you just were silently enjoying the other's company.

One day, Grantaire and Bahorel convince all the Amis to go to a party. Enjolras was not really happy about that idea, because he always preffered stay home studying or reading before going to a party, but because everyone (Including you) insisted so much he finally acepted.

The day arrived quickly, and you've agreed to met at the party. The place was actually near the apartament you share with Cosette, Eponine, and Musichetta, so the three of you went together by feet. When you arrive at the party Marius, Combeferre, Bossuet, Joly and Courfeyrac were already there, so you quickly approximated to them. A few of minutes later, Enjolras arrived with Bahorel and Grantaire.

All of you were having fun, sharing jokes, drinks and laughs. But at some point of the night, two guys approached Eponine and you. They were nice, and they also were quite atractive. Enjolras was talking with Combeferre and Courfeyrac when he saw the scene. Watching how you were laughing and joking with one of the guys make him felt weird, he was kind of angry, but he actually can't put a name to what he felt in that moment, because he never felt like that before. He was unconsciously staring at you, frowning. His two friends quickly noticed it.

"Jealous?" Courfeyrac said, with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry, what?" Enjolras shook his head a little. He wasn't paying attention to his friends, he was just lost on his thoughts.

"You're killing that poor boy with your eyes" Combeferre added sharing the same smirk as Courfeyrac.

"I wasn't looking at them. I was just..." Enjolras was trying to gave them a excuse, but he was interrupted by Courfeyrac.

"Don't even bother lying. We caught you" Courfeyrac said with a playful tone.

"Why you don't ask her to dance? She won't say no to you"

"How do you know she won't say no?" When Enjolras finish the sentence, Courfeyrac and Combeferre started laughing.

"How could you be so blind?" Courfeyrac said to a very confused Enjolras

"I just know it. Now go!" Combeferre pushed him softly.

Enjolras turn his head to watch his two friends, as they were giving him encouraging smiles. He took a deep breath, and started to walk towards you. You, in the other hand, were getting kind of tired of the small talk. He seemed nice, but you weren't interested in meeting someone else. So, when you saw Enjolras walking towards you with a smile, you couldn't hide your own smile.

"Hey! Can I borrow her?" Enjolras politely said to the guy

"Uhm...Yeah, sure" The guy said, sighing, while turned his head to watch you before leaving "I'll see you later"

"Sure. See ya!" You offer him a smile, as you directed your eyes back to Enjolras

"Hey, I was wondering...Do you want to dance?" The blond said, as he extended his hand to you

"I would love to. I really like this song" Your smile grew bigger, as you grab his hand.

You started to walk to the dancefloor, and you slowly started to dance. As time went by, you both were laughing and sharing jokes, while dancing. Courfeyrac and Combeferre were watching you both, and they felt really proud.

After all the dance, you get kind of tired, so you sit next to Joly, in a couch. All the other sits were occupied, so Enjolras remained standing next to you. When the guy saw you there, he started to walking towards you again, but you noticed it before he got close.

"Enj, do you want to sit on my lap? Your legs must be tired" You said, smiling at him

"You're sure, Y/N?" He answered to you, chuckling at the idea

"Yessss, I'm sure. Come here" You laughed, as you extended your arms at him.

He softly sat on your lap, not wanting to hurt you, because he was clearly bigger than you. You really don't mind about it, and as soon as he sat, you wrapped with your arms his waist, as he put his arm around your shoulders. You were sitting for a while like that, and both of you were really comfortable.

The night was almost ending, and the first ones to leave were Marius and Cosette, followed by Courfeyrac and Combeferre, and after them Musichetta, Joly, Bossuet, and Eponine. You were sitting talking with Enjolras, when you saw how Bahorel and Grantaire also leave with two girls.

"Great. I wanted to sleep well tonight, but it looks like the house will be noisy tonight" Enjolras said while rolling his eyes, after seeing Grantaire and Bahorel leaving, as he share an apartament with them.

"You can come to my apartament if you want. Cosette probably went to Marius' house, and Musichetta to Joly's"

"Can I? I'll stay in the couch" He said, as he standed up again, extending his hands to help you stand up too.

"Sure! Let's leave. We can go walking, we're close" Enjolras nodded at you, as you grabbed his hand, and walked with him to the door.

As soon as you got on the street, it started raining. Enjolras gave you his red jacket, and you started to walk as quick as you can to your apartment.

When you arrived home, your clothes were all wet from the rain. Eponine was in the kitchen, drinking water when she saw both of you and started laughing.

"You know that if you jump into a pool you have to take your clothes off, right?" Eponine joked, before taking a sip of water

"Shut up" You answered before returning the jacket to Enjolras. You walked towards the couch, just to see Bossuet sleeping on it, with a bucket beside him. You turned your head back to Eponine, kind of confused.

"Oh, yeah. Bossuet is here because he was feeling sick, and Joly's apartment is far away, so they just left him here to rest" Eponine left her glass, and went to her bedroom, saying goodbye before going to sleep.

"Well, you can stay in my room. I think I have clothes for you to change"

"I don't want to bother you, Y/N/N. I can go home, don't worry" Enjolras gave you a kind smile

"You never bother me, Enj. And outside it's raining, at least you can wait here for it to stop" You served water for you both, waiting for Enjolras' answer

"Fine, thank you so much" His face was a bit blushed after hearing the first sentence of her phrase.

After they both drunk the water, they went to your bedroom. You started to search in the closet for your pajamas, and any clothes that could fit Enjolras. After searching for a while, you found a t-shirt from Y/F/B that could fit him, and a pair of oversized pants that you've got.

"I think this could fit you. I will go to the bathroom to change, so you can change, too." You smiled at him, while handing him the clothes.

"Thank you. I really appreciate all this" He returned the smile, before you went to the bathroom.

Once in there, you take off your clothes, and put your pajamas on. You also take off your make up, and tied up your hair in a messy bun. You asked Enjolras if he was ready, and when he answered yes, you came out of the bathroom. His hair looked really messy from the rain, and your clothes actually fit him really well, he was looking really handsome. On the other hand, when he saw you, on your pajamas, on that messy bun, and without make up he thought that you've never looked more beautiful, you looked perfect to his eyes, and he couldn't hide his smile.

"I'm glad they fit! Really nice outfit, maybe that could be your look for the next party" You joked at him, while you get in bed, leaving him a space next to you

"Same thing goes for you with your outfit" He smiled at her, while starting to lie in bed.

You talked a little once both of you were in bed, but you were really tired, so you said goodbye, and quickly fell sleep. Enjolras was tired too, but he couldn't sleep. He was thinking about how he felt when he saw you with other guy. He knew it was kind of creepy, but he watched you while you were sleeping. And he finally acepted it. He really liked you. He didn't exactly known how it happened, or when it happened, but it did. You were always there for him, you always listened to him, he could share all his opinions with you, and that was something that he loved. At some point of your friendship, the idea of seeing you, and spending time with you make him really happy. But he never tried anything because he knew that you had other people behind you, and he thought that he didn't have a chance, but moments like this night, gave him hope. You also really like him, when he came to talk to you after one of your speeches, and you noticed how he was also really passionated about his ideas, and you saw the passion behind those blue eyes, you knew you were screwed.

You sleep for a few of minutes, but you suddenly woke up, just to saw how Enjolras was still awake.

"You're not tired, Enj?" You said, still kind of sleepy

"Yes, I am. I was just thinking" He answered, letting go a sigh. He didn't knew if he should tell her or not, and he was already kind of nervous.

"Something happened?" You looked at him, you felt kind of worried, so you put one of your hands on his chest.

When he felt your hand on his chest, he smile, while his cheeks started to turn red. He grabbed your hand, and turn his face to see yours.

"I was just thinking about how much I loved spending time with you" Those words left his mouth before he could even notice, she was probably feeling how fast his heart was beating, but you actually didn't mind, because your heart was beating fast too

"Me too, Apollo. Even if you wake me up in the middle of the night" You didn't knew if you were joking for fun, or if it was just for the nerves, but he laughed, so she didn't thought much about it

"I'm pretty sure it's already the morning, but I get the idea" He smiled at you, and he just stared at your eyes for a while. You did the same, his eyes were as blue as the sea, and although they always looked like they had fire behind them, now they were calm and shining.

Before you can notice, you were getting closer, and closer. His eyes just stopped looking at yours, just to watch your lips. His lips started caressing yours gently, it was like a kiss full with need. His hands wrapped your waist, as he pulled you even more close to him. The kiss started to grew really passionated, and it only break because of the need of air.

"I'm glad I've wake you up" He said softly, with a smirk on his face

"I'm glad I've met you"

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

It’s Lit

@wordshakerofgallifrey​ prompted “"all our friends are drunk" with whoever's most responsible between the Newsies and Les Mis revolutionaries (aka gimme more of your crossover please;))” This went more into crossover land in general and less into drunken shenanigans but I think you’ll like the outcome.  Rating: G Words: 2,750 Gen AO3

Combeferre had been looking forward to spending New Years in New York. Not that they were going to the ball drop, no one really wanted to deal with that crowd, but getting to go into the city and spend the time with his friends had been all he could think about since Katherine and her friends had invited them.

The day after Christmas he’d packed his bags and his mom had given him a ride to the airport. It was shorter and cheaper to just fly from Savannah than to try and drive or take a train. Some of his friends would be doing one or the other but he knew that Bahorel and Musichetta would be flying in too, they’d tried to coordinate their flights to all land around the same time so it was easier for whoever would be meeting them at JFK.

Combeferre checked his phone once they landed and it had time to power up, Specs had texted that he had found Chetta and they were by the rental car kiosk. He smiled as he typed out a quick reply.

The Newsies seemed to be taking the task of hosting the ABC for a week with aplomb, figuring out housing arrangements and airport/train pickup/drop-off schedules and relaying it through Katherine to their groupchat. By the time they were leaving Baltimore from their last summit the week before the holidays it had already been settled and all that needed to be done was ticket purchasing. Combeferre had asked for his plane tickets as a last-minute Christmas present and been thrilled when his grandparents handed him them, wrapped up in an overlarge box and stuck into a book on the legend of Mothman. The book had made the flight interesting, if only because of the strange looks from the guy sitting next to him.

He scanned the lobby, looking for the car rentals and subsequently Specs and Chetta in the spacious white and silver environment. They saw him first and started calling out to him and waving; Combeferre grinned and course corrected as he made his way over.

“Ferre!” Musichetta pulled him into a tight hug when she saw him, forcing him to let go of the handle of his small carry one to return it. “How was your holiday?”

“Good! Good. And yours?”

“Oh excellent. I got new shoes!” She twirled her foot to show him the boots that did look new.

“Nice,” he smiled before turning to Specs who had been watching them with a grin of his own. “And how’s your holiday?”

“Well hosting one of my friends from D.C. for a week definitely makes it pretty great.”

Combeferre laughed and hugged the other boy. They’d gotten close over the last semester and when he’d been told that he would be bunking with Specs for the week Ferre couldn’t stop grinning.

“Rel should be landing now,” Musichetta commented once they released each other, checking her watch.

“Cool. I had to park pretty far, just warning you now,” Specs said, giving them both a look. “So if you want to sit now’s your chance.”

“I’ve been sitting!” Chetta laughed. “I can stand and troop to your car yet. Trust me.”

Combeferre quirked an eyebrow. “You drive?”

“Yeah. It’s my mom’s car but it’s better than having to pay for a cab or an uber out here.”

“I didn’t think you could drive,” Combeferre said honestly.

Specs smirked. “Oh, cause I’m a New Yorker I can’t drive? I’m a rare breed, sure, but my grandma’s not from the city and she thinks that it’s a necessary skill so…” he trailed off with a shrug.

“Well as long as we get where we need to be in time for food, I have no complaints,” Musichetta added with a twist of her lips.

“Race’s mom is hosting dinner for everyone tonight, homemade Italian,” Specs said.

“I heard, someone let that slip to R and he hasn’t been able to shut up about it. He got Joly and Boss set on it too.” She rolled her eyes but it was with love, not malice.

“Ayyyy-o!” Someone called out, drawing the attention of everyone in the lobby. They all looked to the area that led from the baggage claim where Bahorel was now walking, arms raised with duffel bag in hand and backpack on his shoulder.

Combeferre laughed as Musichetta let out a responding “Ayyyy-o!”

Bahorel ran the rest of the way over and pulled the trio into a tight hug.

When he could finally breathe again Combeferre turned to Bahorel with a raised brow. “Finally see Bohemian Rhapsody?” he guessed.

“And Mary Poppins and Aquaman.”

“Well you’ve got me beat. I only got to see Into the Spider-verse,” Specs said as they all turned to start the trek to the car.

“Oh how was it?” Chetta asked, leading to a conversation that ended up just being about John Mulaney by the time they actually got to the car. Specs wasn’t kidding about having to park far away.

They’d all left their bags in the trunk of Spec’s mom’s Toyota as they walked up to the apartment building in Manhattan Racetrack Higgins called home, at least for now. Specs had told them about how he and his boyfriend Spot were trying to find a place to move into together at the end of the spring semester.

Specs pressed the buzzer, waving at the camera with a warm smile. The door clicked open and he ushered them in. When they got off on the eleventh floor they turned a corner and upon reaching the door at the end of the hall Specs raised a hand to knock. A lanky boy with dirty blonde curls answered, pulling Specs immediately into a hug when he did.

“Race! Let me go!” Specs laughed as he tried to fight the other boy off, who by this point had turned the hug into a headlock even though Specs had a couple inches on him. He finally did and Specs shot him a dirty look before rounding on the three ABC members behind him. “This is Bahorel, Musichetta, and Combeferre,” he pointed to each in turn and Ferre gave a little wave at his name. “Racetrack,” Specs finished, pointing back at the boy still standing in the doorway.

“Welcome to the madhouse, keep your coats on,” Racetrack said and stepped aside to let them in.

The apartment wasn’t exactly small, after seeing Jehan’s micro apartment Combeferre had a new appreciating and understanding of what constituted a small home, but it was cramped. Filled to the bursting with people.

“We’re all going up to the roof then so you don’t have to sit on anyone’s lap to eat,” Racetrack called over his shoulder as he led the way. “My family’s pretty big so my ma knows how to cook in bulk and made up her mind before I could point out the space issue. Just be glad that the cousins aren’t all here yet, you wouldn’t be able to even get in the door then.”

Ferre took the plastic plate someone had handed him and began loading it up from the platters of food on the dining table. Some seemed to be leftovers from Christmas dinner the day before but there was still more that looked freshly homemade. Suddenly starving now that there was food in front of him everything else seemed to disappear but the table until someone clapped him on the shoulder. Combeferre startled but held onto his plate, turning to find Courfeyrac grinning at him.

“Happy Boxing Day!” Courf raised his own plate piled high.

Ferre snorted. “Boxing Day?”

“Technically my family is French-Canadian. It’s a Canadian holiday.”

“Your family has lived in Maine for the past hundred years,” Ferre said dryly.

Courf seemed unperturbed by this fact, just shrugging and turning to head back out to the living room where people seemed to be crawling out a window and up the fire escape.

“We were in Canada for Christmas,” Courf called over his shoulder as Ferre followed him.

Combeferre scoffed. “You were in upstate New York for Christmas.”

“Right. Canada.”

“You’re from Maine, you’re not allowed to call Albany Canada.”

“I dunno, it’s pretty close,” a boy about their age with fluffy blonde hair sticking up from under a knitted lime green beanie that Grantaire would be jealous of when he saw it had said from where he stood next to the window. It took a second to recognize him but once he did Combeferre grinned.

“See! Charlie here agrees with me!” Courf said with a smile. It was the one he only got when someone joined in on his ridiculousness. Combeferre had a love hate relationship with that smile.

Charlie smirked and held out his hand to Courf. “I’ll hold your plate while you climb through. There’s drinks up there already.”

“Oh! Thank you,” Courfeyrac beamed at him.

Once Courf was on his way up the fire escape Combeferre turned to Charlie. “You really don’t have to encourage him.”

“I’m from Manhattan, Albany really is Canada to me,” Charlie joked.

Combeferre snorted as he took his plate back. “Do you want help with the steps?” he asked, guessing that Bossuet had already given Joly a piggy back up to the top.

“Thanks but Jack’s gonna come. Besides it’s nice and toasty in here,” Charlie smirked and Combeferre nodded in return before starting up the stairs.

Charlie was going to soak up the warmth while he could and Ferre wouldn’t blame him for it. It wasn’t exactly cold out but it certainly wasn’t normal picnic weather. Yet that’s where they were all eating, on picnic tables on the apartment building’s roof. A small patio area with lights was all set up and it looked like just about everyone was there from the ABC with nearly as many Newsies.

“Combeferre!” Someone called and he turned to see Enjolras motioning him over to their table.

Setting his food down Combeferre folded his long legs under wood top and turned to see who all he was sitting with. Enjolras and Grantaire seemed to be next to him with Katherine, her boyfriend Jack, and David were across from him. Jack, David, and Charlie had all been to visit Katherine and Specs so Combeferre was glad to see the familiar faces so soon.

“Hey Ferre,” Kath smiled, lifting a glass filled with dark liquid to him in a small toast.

“It’s good to see you Katherine,” he told her. “I must admit though, I hadn’t realized you were a vampire.”

Katherine noticed his look to her glass and laughed. “It’s sangria. Race’s sister smuggled all the alcohol up here, something about if we’re going to be outside we might as well stay warm. Just, uh, mind the gap,” she giggled.

Combeferre caught David rolling his eyes. “She means don’t fall off the roof. It’s a bit stronger than anyone expected.”

“And she spent the entire day yesterday watching British movies with her sisters,” Jack snorted.

“So what?” Kath turned on him, a fire in her eyes. Combeferre couldn’t help the corners of his mouth from twitching up at that, he’d missed her and it had only been a few weeks.

Jack started teasing her, something Grantaire joined in on eagerly. Combeferre let the jokes flow around him as he began to eat what he was willing to call some of the best homemade food in his life. Not that he’d let his mother know that. The conversation changed to an actual topic, rather than just poking fun at Katherine, and Combeferre listened with interest. Combeferre realized that Charlie had joined them at some point and grinned as he said something that had Enjolras laughing.

Their table seemed to become the nucleus of the gathering, everyone coming over at some point to join their conversation. Combeferre also realized that everyone seemed to be getting steadily drunker. Even Enjolras seemed to be more than a bit tipsy, the sangria really being stronger than anyone had anticipated. Grantaire could hold his liquor but if the volume of his laughter was anything to go by then he was edging towards being inebriated too.

Everyone had finished eating at this point and Combeferre as fairly sure he’d been introduced to all the Newsies as someone pulled out a speaker and started playing Queen. The effect was instantaneous as a little over two dozen college kids all started singing “Mama, just killed a man…”

Combeferre couldn’t help himself, it was hilarious, but he knew that if Enjolras saw him laughing the blonde would get offended and the effect would be ruined. So, he got up from the table and moved to stand at the edge of the patio, laughing at his friends from the shadows.

“All our friends are drunk,” someone said from next to him. Combeferre glanced over to see that David had joined him. Ferre couldn’t read his expression and his tone had been hard to decipher too; whether David was annoyed or amused by this turn of events was anyone’s guess.

“I don’t think anyone thought this through, getting back down and into the apartment is going to present a challenge.”

David winced. “I’d forgotten about getting them back through the window and past Race’s parents.”

“Well we could dump the drinks and force them to dry out?” Combeferre suggested.

“I’m fairly certain they finished it all off themselves. I just checked the cooler and it’s only capri suns in there.”

Combeferre couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him at that. At this whole situation. David shot him a questioning glance. “I’m on a roof in the middle of New York City with a bunch of young, arguably, revolutionaries who have drunk literally everything but a bunch of juice boxes and are now thoroughly sloshed as a result. On the day after Christmas.”

“It is kind of crazy,” David said with a twist of his lips.

“I think my favorite part is how in to the song they all are.”

David’s head fell back a little as he laughed. “They really are. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spot that invested before and we play this song at parties a lot.”

An idea creeped into the back of Combeferre’s mind as he saw Courfeyrac grab Marius and start jumping up and down, Bahorel and Cosette dramatically singing to each other, and Joly, Bossuet, and Musichetta huddled around Joly’s cane as if it were a microphone. Even Enjolras had been pulled in, with his arms slung over Feuilly and Katherine’s shoulders as they swayed.

“Do you know whose phone is playing this?” He turned to David quickly.

“Probably Mush. He has a tendency to dj.”

“Do you think we could steal his phone and queue up some songs of our own?”

“Seeing as he’s trapped under Blink right now and I can see his phone on the table from here I’d say so.”

Combeferre glanced to where David had nodded. Blink was indeed sitting on Mush’s lap and had his arms wrapped around the other boy, giving the impression that Mush was truly trapped. Not that he looked like he minded.

“Be right back,” David said. He slipped around the edges of the patio, coming up behind Mush and Blink and swiping the phone off the table before retracing his route to come stand next to Combeferre again. He tapped at the phone and after a couple tries got it unlocked. “It’s Blink’s birthday. They’re cute if gross,” he supplied at Combeferre’s raised brow. “So, what did you have in mind?”

Combeferre passed David his own phone, a playlist called “White People Get Turnt” already pulled up. David laughed at the name but typed it in to Mush’s spotify search bar and found it on the first try. As soon as Bohemian Rhapsody’s final gong began to fade he pressed play and Mr. Brightside started up, to everyone’s excitement.

“So maybe most of us aren’t white, it’s still the best party playlist we’ve found,” Combeferre said with a shrug as their friends began to scream along to the lyrics. Combeferre raised his phone, zooming in slightly so that it was clear who was who in the video as he started recording.

“Really?” David whispered when he noticed.

“You have no idea how rare Enjolras acting like this is. It’s for posterity.”

David just snorted. They shared a wicked smile before going back to watching their friends make absolute fools of themselves.

[humanracoon]

Les amis as french student

They met thanks to one of those specialisation like ancient greek, Enjolras take it because he thinks they will talk about mythologies (they don’t). Courfeyrac wanted to go to this high school but it was not his area high school so he needed to take a specialisation to be admit. Combeferre thought it will be useful for his future medical studies. 

Combeferre is one year older than Enjolras and two years older than Courfeyrac since he skipped a class in elementary school or in pre-school.

They met in a school trip in Italia or something because of this specialisation and they quickly become best friends

When Combeferre leaves them to do his first year of medicine in an other city it’s very hard for. He is very tired and stressed and therefore does not speak to them as much as before anymore and they only see each other during the holidays. He doesn’t know other people in his faculty and feels very lonely the first weeks before becoming close to Joly his roommate and later to other friends. Thanks to Joly he founds a small group of friends.

Bossuet and Joly are very close, they meet Musichetta and fall in love almost instinctively but they both hide their crush because they know the other likes her and Musichetta is convinced they are together. After a while they all confess their mutual love and happy end.

Bossuet is working towards an HND (i think it is called like that in UK??) but no one understand what he's doing there. 

Bossuet and Joly are also friends with Grantaire who is a second year student in the faculty of art history. They meet in a bar during a student night.

Bahorel, Grantaire, Eponine et Marius are in the same campus.

Grantaire is good friend with Bahorel since middle school. Bahorel is in his second first year of law.

Bahorel meets Eponine on Tinder and they decided to just be friends after one date. Eponine is a part-time student since she has to works in order to takes care of her brother and sister.

She meets Marius in the university library. Their first encounter looks like he's coming out of a romantic movie : Marius after jostling her and spiling his coffee on her invites her to have a coffee to apologize. Marius is very sweet and smart and she’s ashamed to fall in love with him soon after.

Before the Christmas holidays Joly and Combeferre hosts a party to celebrate the end of the PACSE (first year in medecine) exams. Joly and Bossuet invite Musichetta their neighbor (it’s how they met). They also invite Grantaire who in turn invites Bahorel who takes Eponine with him.

The party ends in sleepover and the next day they officially have a group chat (it was the former party chat).

Combeferre misses a lot Courfeyrac and Enjolras so he talks about them a lot. No one is really sure about the nature of their relationship (are they all three together?, are Courfeyrac and Enjolras in a relationship?, are Combeferre dating one of them?, are they just really good friends?) Combeferre have a lot of fun with their assumptions and never answer directly. (he works a lot and don’t have a lot of opportunities to have fun he will take what he can)

They never see a photo of them apart from the awkward middle school photo facebook  so when they see them in real they are shook. (Let’s say that puberty did both of Courfeyrac and Enjolras good).

Grantaire has a bit of a crush (but a history of art student crush of course not a bisexual crush)

During their last year, Courfeyrac and Enjolras are the main organizers of their high school "blocus (blockade)" when high school students block their high school to protest before going to the manifestation organized in their city (we had quite a lot these last years but i think i will write something about high school student and college student demonstrations and les amis an other day)

Then Courfeyrac and Enjolras finish high school and move to the same city as Combeferre for their studies. They share a small flat. They feel a little out of Combeferre’s group of friends at first but they are soon integrated and they join the group chat.

I think Enjolras will be in Science Po (the name of one of the best school in France, it’s a institute of political studies) but he don’t like the mentality of the students (a lot of them are right wing and thinks meritocracy exists because they don’t understand that they are privileged).

Courfeyrac studies in the sociology faculty. All of his professor and family have tried to convince him to do a preparatory class (or a intensive foundation degree?) because of his grads but he don’t like the unhealthy competition in those class and choose to go to faculty.

One day Enjolras have a mental breakdown in the bus because of the pressure and Johan is the one who give him a tissue and they talk the rest of the bus drive. They take the same bus every mornings and they become friends. Enjolras introduces him to Courfeyrac and Combeferre and and before he realizes it is part of their group of friends.

Johan is a letter student but they doesn’t like to go to class. They spends a lot of time working on their own projects. They wants to be a published author and sometimes they just recite their own poetry to their friends who compliment them without fully understand what they have just hear.  

Enjolras and Johan meets Feuilly while he was distributing flyers of the Communist Youth in which the government reforms are critized at the entrance of sciences po. They discuss a lot and realize that they have a friend in common (Bahorel). Soon he also become one of their close friend. (Enjolras may have a bit of a crush on him.)

[marthas-feral-cat]

I want all the Jehan/Combeferre/Courfeyrac!! Please and thank you!!

ANDTHEN THERE WERE THREE

 The first time Jehan walked into the Musain,Combeferre’s heart skipped a beat, and then he felt guilty beyond all measure.He was with Courfeyrac, how could his mind have reacted that way, especiallysince he loved Courfeyrac more than anything in his whole life? He tightenedhis hold around Courf’s waist and kissed the top of his head, trying to pushthe thought of the adorable ginger with flowers in their hair out of his mind.He somehow still found himself glancing their way throughout the rest of themeeting, each time feeling more guilt-ridden, as Courf was seemingly obliviousto Ferre’s distraction.

Once the meeting was over Feuilly stood up, “Heyeveryone! This is my foster sibling, Jehan, they’re going to be joining us fromnow on!” he announced rather excitedly.

Jehan stood up and waved at everyone, blushingsoftly, “Hi,” they nearly whispered.

Courfeyrac looked up to see what Feuilly was saying,and his mouth fell open slightly before he caught himself and quickly shut it.Jehan was one of the cutest people he’d ever met, excluding Combeferre ofcourse, he reminded himself. He stepped a bit closer to Ferre as he looked Jehanup and down, trying not to blush or change his expression in any way as henoted how their freckles looked just stunning. “Take me home, love?” he lookedup at Ferre.

Ferre nodded, “Okay, my sunshine,” he took his hand,“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Courf smiled and stood up on histoes to kiss his cheek.

The two of them went home. Months went by and thingsonly got harder for them both, though neither of them would admit it to oneanother. They found themselves growing closer to Jehan and spending more timewith them, even outside of meetings. Ferre would go with them now and then tothe observatory, and Courf would go with them to the gardens for lunch. Itseemed that they couldn’t go one day without one of them seeing Jehan.

Late one night they were lying in bed, Courfeyraccurled up against Ferre’s side with his head on his chest and his boyfriend’sfingers in his hair. Combeferre broke the silence, “Joly Bossuet and Musichettaare really happy together now that they’ve finally made it official.”

Courf smiled and nodded, “Indeed they are, they weremeant for each other.”

Combeferre took a deep breath, “Have you everthought maybe you could be polyamorous? I mean at any point in your life haveyou questioned that about yourself?”

Courfeyrac looked up at him, “Yes, um…recentlyactually…I’ve been thinking a lot about someone, but that I wanted that someoneto be with both of us…”

“What person is that?” Ferre asked him, “Because I’vebeen thinking about that kind of thing too…”

Courf looked away, “I’ve been thinking about Jehanthat way.”

“Oh thank God,” Ferre sighed in relief, “So have I…butI was afraid to tell you.”

Courf kissed him and smiled, “Let’s have them overand ask them about it, right now.”

“Right now?” Ferre laughed softly and ruffled Courf’shair, “It’s late, are you sure they’re up?”

“Yeah, Jehan does their best writing after midnight,”Courf reminded him.

Courfeyrac texted Jehan and asked them to come over,to which Jehan replied that they would be over in an hour.

Jehan paced back and forth for most of that timetrying to pick something out to wear that both of them would like. They’d beensecretly pining over the two of them for months, but they were such a cutecouple that Jehan didn’t have it in their heart to tell them and ruin it. Butthey wanted them to come over, and Jehan had a nasty habit of getting theirhopes up.

Jehan knocked on Combeferre and Courfeyrac’sapartment door and nervously played with their hair as they waited for it toopen.

Combeferre was the one who wound up answering, whileCourf was in the kitchen brewing a pot of Jehan’s favorite tea, “Hi, Jehan,come on in, Courf’s making us some tea to keep us awake so we can all chat,” hesmiled.

“Hey, Ferre! Oh it smells like the lavender honeytea I like,” They smiled brightly, “What do we need to talk about so late atnight? I mean I was up already, you two didn’t wake me or anything.”

Courf walked in and set the tea down, “Well, Jehan, Combeferreand I need to ask you something and it’s a pretty big thing.”

“We were wondering, well hoping,” Ferre started, “Thatyou were, or that you would consider being…I mean that you and us could—,”

Courf interrupted him, “We want you to be in a poly relationshipwith us.”

Jehan smiled from ear to ear, “You…you both want me?Like…romantically? Both of you?”

“Yes, both of us,” Ferre assured them, “We want youto join us in our relationship.”

“So, will you?” Courf asked.

“Yes, I will, I would love to be with you both. I’vehad such a crush on the two of you,” they admitted, “But I didn’t want to breakyou up, or have you hate me for liking you.”

“Why don’t you stay the night, Jehan?” Courf smiledand kissed their cheek.

Ferre kissed the other cheek, “That sounds like agreat idea to me.”

Jehan nodded, “Okay, I think we can find some way tooccupy ourselves for the night.”

And they most certainly did.

[mwahahahahahahaa]

30 days of domestic fluff: Day 6

Hey! Time for Day 6. 

Link to Ao3

Day 6: Shopping for needs

Eponine wrote down the list in their notebook, checking the fridge and freezer to make sure they’d written down everything they needed as they listened to the sound of Cosette coming down the stairs, ready to leave.

      “Come on, ‘Ponine.” Cosette called from the hall. “We don’t want to be out too long.”

      “Just checking what else we need.” Eponine replied. “Can you think of anything else?”

      Cosette came in, and read over the list whilst Eponine checked the cupboards.

      “Only soap and toilet paper. Possibly shampoo. Oh, and bread. Do we have any bread?” Cosette asked.

       Eponine shook their head. “No, we ran out yesterday. Okay, I’ll add that. Hopefully that’s everything.”

      “If it’s not, we’ll remember in the shop. Or we can go to the forgot shop later.” Cosette said.

      “Yeah. Okay, let me just find my bag.”

      “I brought it down for you, love, it’s in the hall.” Cosette said, smiling at her partner.

      Eponine felt their own lips turn up. “Thanks.”

The journey to the local supermarket wasn’t that long, about a half hour walk. Cosette and Eponine made the journey hand in hand, talking about whatever came to mind, from the latest Star Trek episode to politics. It was a good time to catch up, to discuss things that weren’t particularly important but nice to talk about. By the time they got there, both had been smiling most of the way. They headed in, grabbing a trolley and moving into the store. Eponine reached out, grabbing a box of rice crispies almost straight away. Those were Gav’s favourite. It was followed into the trolley by frosties, the only thing Michel would eat. Azelma and Jean didn’t mind, and Eponine grabbed a box of Weetabix for themselves. Eponine pulled out the list, crossing over those three items. Cosette looked at them fondly. She’d never really bothered with a list herself, but Eponine found it useful to remember things, and to be honest, it did work.

      “Right, in this aisle, we need bread, porridge oats, and jam.” Eponine said, eyes fixed on the list. Cosette pushed the trolley, moving down the aisle to where those items were. Eponine shoved the list back in their pocket and moved with her, reaching out to grab items as they passed.

The bread was a multigrain loaf, which luckily all the kids were fine with eating. It wouldn’t last long; with sandwiches being made most days for lunches and toast being a popular breakfast option, bread went very quickly when shared between six people. They kept moving, Cosette taking Eponine’s hand in hers and swinging it as she pushed the trolley one handed down the aisle, Eponine only pulling away when they reached the jam. They usually got multiple flavours. The kids usually went for strawberry, but Cosette and Eponine tended to get blackcurrant jam as well, both for themselves and in case any of the kids wanted variety. There were various other sandwich fillings they used – Eponine usually made egg mayonnaise Sunday evening, and kept it in the fridge until it was used – but jam sandwiches were popular. Jean in particular loved strawberry jam and cheese sandwiches, and Gavroche would have them sometimes too.  

      Moving on, they collected the porridge oats and moved onto the next aisle, Eponine reaching out to grab eggs, milk, and cheese as they passed. Then they dragged Cosette over to where the pasta and pasta sauces were kept, selecting several different sauces, as well as some rice and a curry sauce. Unfortunately, they had to stick to nothing spicier than a korma in order to keep Jean happy (after all, he was only five, and spicy food wasn’t something he enjoyed). Next stop was vegetables, where Cosette grabbed some leeks, peppers, potatoes and onions, thinking about what she’d cook. Spanish omelette could be a good idea, and if they needed something simple the kids would never complain about baked potatoes, as long as they had toppings.

      The pair talked as they moved around the shop collecting various items. Soap and other toiletries were last, being loaded into the trolley carefully so they didn’t squash the other food. Frozen pizzas were in there, as well as some ice cream, and biscuits. Eponine picked up some fruit juice, orange with no bits and tropical juice. Fruit juice was a good way of tricking the kids into being healthier. They all preferred it to water, and whilst it was more expensive, it did help.

      “We forgot actual fruit,” Cosette pointed out. “Want me to run and grab some?”

      “Yeah, I’ll get the rest and meet you at the till.” Leaning in, Eponine kissed Cosette on the lips before taking the trolley away from her, and looking at the list again just to check everything necessary had been collected. No tomato puree, they realised, and walked back to that aisle, taking a tube and throwing it into the trolley.

      That was the last thing on the list as far as Eponine could see, even though they’d picked up a few extras. It was going to be a pain to carry all this home. Luckily there was a bus that went almost to their door, but even so. It was times like this that Eponine really wished they had a car. They’d only had driving lessons in the first place because their father had wanted them to work as a getaway driver, but it was a useful skill to have. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that useful when you couldn’t afford a car or insurance. They had their siblings to look after, and that was much more important than wasting money on a car they couldn’t actually afford, and didn’t necessarily need.

      There was no point worrying about it, so Eponine shoved the list back into their pocket and moved towards the till. The lines were long, which, while annoying, meant Eponine didn’t have to worry about Cosette getting back with the fruit in time. Sure enough, there were still two people in front of them when Cosette joined Eponine at the till, placing the fruit with the other items on the conveyer belt. Surprisingly, Cosette wasn’t alone.

      Bossuet was beaming at them from beside Cosette, holding a bag from the in store bakery.

      “Hey Eponine! Cosette said she’d pay for my croissants if I gave you guys a lift back.”

      Eponine felt their shoulders relax. “I am fully in support of that. You sure you can spare the time?”

      “I’m free all day now, was just heading back from dropping Musichetta off at work. I forgot to have any breakfast, so stopped in here.” He explained. “And what good luck! I get my food paid for, and the company of two of my close friends!”

      Eponine smiled. “I mean, it’s in exchange for a lift, so not entirely free. But thank you, Bossuet. I was dreading carrying all this back on the bus.”

      “No worries. It’s not like you live that far away.” Bossuet pointed out.

      Cosette grinned. “Still, thanks. You heading home to spend time with Joly after?”

      “Nah, he’s been called into work too, they needed him at the hospital.”

      “You can spend some time at ours if you want. Gav will be glad to see you, as will the others.”

      Bossuet brightened, if it were even possible. “That sounds like an improvement over spending the afternoon by myself.”

      Eponine grinned. It was almost like free babysitting, having Bossuet over. He loved spending time with the kids, and they loved him. It would let them put all the shopping away and start on making lunch without being interrupted every five minutes. Bossuet knew that would happen, but also knew that he’d get free lunch, and that they’d be joining in after lunch anyway. It was one of Eponine’s free days, which was nice. It meant they could spend the whole day with their family.

      They reached the front of the queue, and the cashier started putting through their items as Eponine pulled out their purse and several plastic bags, Cosette and Bossuet both taking up the task of filling those bags with the purchased items. The croissants, when they went through, were quickly placed in Bossuet’s large coat pockets instead, whilst everything else was bagged and then put back in the trolley to make it easier to carry it to the car.

      Eponine paid the cashier once everything was through, and, wishing the cashier a nice day, started pushing the trolley towards the exit, Bossuet and Cosette following. They walked out to Bossuet’s car, and started loading everything into the boot. The sheer volume of stuff made Eponine grateful all over again for Bossuet’s willingness to give them a lift.

      Cosette got into the front next to Bossuet, Eponine themselves sliding into the back. Bossuet’s music started playing almost immediately – Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.

Before long, they were all singing along and laughing, enjoying themselves. The journey back was much shorter than the journey there, simply by virtue of travelling by car. It was under ten minutes before Bossuet parked in front of their house, having surprisingly good luck finding a parking space for once. Eponine texted Gavroche and Azelma.

      Hey, come help us carry everything in. Boss gave us a lift.

      As Bossuet opened the boot and started passing bags out, the door opened to 4 kids who were much more excited than usual to help. Eponine and Cosette knew better than to think Bossuet wasn’t the reason, especially considering Jean and Michel both greeted their friend with hugs.

      Bossuet laughed. “Nice to see you too, guys. Okay, okay, let’s get all this in and then I’ll teach you how to be better at Mario Karts.”

      Gavroche and Azelma were more restrained in their responses, but both still very happy.       Everyone grabbed some bags and started moving in, just about managing to get everything in one trip. Bossuet locked the car behind them.

      “Okay, everything into the kitchen for now.” Eponine called as the kids went into the house ahead of them. The instructions were followed fairly well. Whilst not everything belonged in the kitchen, it was easier to have all the bags in one place to sort through.

Bossuet, once he’d put his bags down, pulled out his croissants to eat.

     “You guys go play in the lounge,” Eponine said. “We’ll put everything away.”

Jean and Michel beamed, practically dragging Bossuet away. Azelma hesitated.

      “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” She asked.

      Eponine smiled. “It’s fine, don’t worry. We’ll put it all away, you go and relax. Or work on your homework, if you haven’t finished it.”

     Azelma pulled a face, but left, though whether to actually do homework was anyone’s guess.

Eponine and Cosette, meanwhile, turned their attention to the shopping bags before them. Cosette smiled, leaning forwards with a kiss.

      “Makes it a little more interesting, don’t you think?” She teased, before moving to search through a bag. Eponine rolled their eyes, but couldn’t keep the smile from their face. They never could, when it came to Cosette. One hand searching through a bag, the other reached for Cosette’s hand to squeeze. It wouldn’t take too long to put everything away, but they could always take advantage of a few moments by themselves anyway, a moment to hug without Jean, who always got very excited by hugging, joining in. Not that they didn’t love Jean’s hugs too, of course, but it was nice to spend a few moments just with Cosette.

      Surely the shopping could wait just a moment longer, Eponine thought, and they reached to kiss Cosette again, both of them smiling.

      “We should do this after we’ve put things away.” Cosette said, her eyes warm as they met Eponine’s.

      “Yeah, true.” Eponine forced themselves to pull away. “But if you think I’m not cuddling you all afternoon on the sofa, you’re very mistaken.”

      Cosette grinned. “That sounds perfect.”

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DC AU Les Mis Headcanons pt.1

I say part 1 because I haven’t decided upon everything yet. This is a very biased and self-indulgent set of thoughts given I also live in DC but I wanted to share them anyway :D 

Enjolras works for the Department of Housing and Urban development, probably somewhere in their fair housing unit. He lives in in a three-bedroom apartment somewhere in Northwest (possibly near Dupont Circle) with Combeferre and Courfeyrac (I mean, good luck FINDING a three bedroom apartment but I feel like Courfeyrac would have that power. Maybe it’s one of those silly two bedrooms with a den and one of them makes their bed fit in there). He’s tried every coffee shop in his neighborhood, and they all know his order. He does lots of community organizing/activist type stuff in his free time and is happy to go along with his friends to the Smithsonian or to the theater or a concert, he likes to watch the life of the city. Sometimes he writes free-lance articles or op-eds for political publications, too. 

Combeferre is a doctor at Planned Parenthood. All the workers in the second-hand and one-location type bookstores know him by name. He and Enjolras spend an inordinate amount of time in the Kramer’s coffee shop and buy too many books. Probably he has season passes to one of the Shakespeare theaters and he always goes to new exhibits at the air and space museum. 

Courfeyrac is a journalist! I feel like he’d be good at getting people to talk to him. Maybe he works for one of the Capitol Hill focused publications like The Hill or Politico. He knows all the good bars and also is tapped into all the theater around him, and often goes with Bahorel and Prouvaire. 

Feuilly I feel like works for one of the immigration and/or refugee non-profits in the city, like Ayuda. If you want to know about the Syrian war, he knows everything. He was a scholarship/grant/loan kid at American University, and he stayed in DC after that. 

Joly works at the National Institutes of Health and takes cheer in his reverse commute since he’s going to Bethesda instead of into the city, and it gives him time to read without being as crushed by other commuters. He lives with Bossuet and Musichetta maybe in Adams Morgan where they can hear the sounds of the bar next door, but they don’t mind. 

Bossuet is a middle school teacher at one of the private schools in town, and the kids feel so comfortable and non-threatened by him that he probably eventually ends up taking classes to become the guidance counselor. They all make a habit of rubbing his bald head for good luck. 

Bahorel teaches Kindergarten at one of the DC public schools. (but didn’t you go to law school? People asked him. He shudders and says, “don’t mention it again.”) He’s broad and bearded and probably has at least one tattoo sleeve but the kids LOVE HIM, and he’s good at keeping an eye out for kids who might be in trouble. This is how he met Gavroche, who he now fosters. He also probably teaches kick-boxing classes at gyms a couple of times a week. 

Jean Prouvaire lives with Bahorel in Takoma Park, right outside of the city. He goes to all the Slam Poetry nights, all the book/poetry talks at Politics and Prose or Kramers. The Hirshorn modern art museum is his favorite because it’s often pretty strange, but he also likes the National Gallery of Art. He’s a published poet so he has strange hours that he keeps. 

Grantaire is a free-lance artist but also a bartender because sometimes he doesn’t feel like doing his art, and damn if he isn’t awesome at making drinks and making friends while he does it. He lives in the same apartment complex as Joly and Bossuet so they’re always going back and forth to each other’s space. He probably met Bahorel in the kick-boxing class Bahorel teaches. 

Javert is a DC cop, and eventually a detective. He grew up in the foster system around the area, and stayed-put. He lives in the H Street area near Union Station/Capitol Hill because it used to be quieter and now it’s not and that irritates him, but he’s close to the Metro at Union Station, so it suits him. He’s a detective so this really isn’t his job, but he always ends up at the rallies and things the Amis organize, and makes them show him their permit. 

I haven’t decided upon Valjean, Fantine, Cosette, and Marius yet, but hopefully soon!