so Enjolras was hit by 8 bullets right and that’s one for every one of the Amis that died. that obviously excludes Marius because he lived and it excludes Enjolras himself. in other words, Grantaire is included in those 8. in the end, the death of each Amis hits Enjolras equally. in the end, Grantaire means just as much to Enjolras as any of the others did. it just means a lot to me that in death Grantaire is finally valued for his loyalty and bravery and is just as vital a member of the Amis as anyone else

To my fellow writers...

Hi everyone.

 I don’t know if anyone will see this but I just wanted to say I’m sorry fo suddenly disappearing. Roleplaying with you all used to bring me so much joy and I want to thank every single one of you for giving me a chance to write with you. I haven’t been on this blog for probably a couple of years now but I felt nostalgic and thought I’d leave you all a note. I have made so many amazing friends from my time writing and I am so honoured to have had the opportunity to make stories with you all.

Thank you.

I love you all <3 

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Les Miserables: A Summary

Music in Film: Les Misérables (2012) dir. Tom Hooper

Meme

Tag 20 people you want to get to know better (I am not tagging 20 sorry)

tagged by: @barricadesandfeathers

name: Lucy star sign: Cancer chinese zodiac: Rat gender: Female orientation: Demisexual Lesbian favorite color: Yellow/ Teal/ Black time right now: 02:59 AM average hours of sleep: 6 lucky number: 3  last thing I googled: Netlix number of blankets I sleep under: One, unless I’m cold Favorite fictional character: I have many...Enjolras, Javert, Gray Fullbuster, Gajeel Redfox, Jellal Fernandes, Levi Ackerman, Eren Jaeger, Akihiko Usami, Baz Grimm-Pitch, Loke (aka Leo), Freed Justine, Elphaba, G(a)linda, Soubi...the list definitely goes on. favourite band/artist: Florence and the Machine, and most musicals  dream job: writer, publisher, musical theatre performer, or working with animals

Tagging: @rthecynic, @cookiemoonpie, @valarmorghulis--valardohaeris, @bonhcmme

To Endure Our Fellow Man || Valjean & Javert

Javert’s eyes shot up, wide and alarmed. “Excuse me?” he all but whispered. Dine with the Mayor? What was this insane twisted event coming to? Dining with Monsieur Madeleine was an honour, not a punishment. This whole affair was starting to make Javert feel dizzy.

“D-dine with you?” the Inspector stuttered, hands wringing in front of him. “I do not understand...”

Javert couldn't help but begin to worry when Ultime seemed to take a while to answer. Had he- as he had thought earlier- been too presumptuous in assuming the other’s happiness? Was he in way too over his head?

The policeman swallowed hard, horrified to feel his cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment. “In this moment,” he answered quietly. “I am happy, yes.” 

A Bridge That Cannot Be Crossed || Enjolras x Grantaire

Grantaire backed away, eyeing the collar with terror. However, he didn’t want to appear weak or intimidated and quickly spat;

“I am not a dog!”

But backing away from Enjolras was only going to lead him to one of two possibilities; being trapped further into the room, or walking right into Etienne.

He knew it was the latter when he felt arms clamping around his chest, holding him in place.

“Such a good boy,” Enjolras purred, clamping the collar around Grantaire’s neck and securing it with a padlock. “Etienne has been waiting for someone to play with,” he added, a slow smirk twisting his lips. “He’s been ever so horny, haven’t you, pet?”

The Elite stroked Combeferre’s hair, shifting it away from the taller man’s glasses. “Now, dog. Stop struggling and lay on the bed, like a good boy.”

“Oh! Of course! Just give me a moment…”

He hurried to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, cold and pure. He wasn’t even sure if Enjolras had drank much bottled water in his life, or if he was just used to tap water.

He wondered about Enjolras in many respects; this boy who had so little and who had suffered so much. He wanted to know these little things about him; how he liked his eggs or whether he liked tea or coffee best.

He just hoped that Enjolras would eventually feel able to open up to him.

Enjolras took the bottle and stared at it for a moment. “Thanks...” he murmured, tugging at the lid. It was tighter than he had expected, and the poor blond wasn’t exactly the strongest.

He twisted the lid; tugged at it with his teeth; pulled to see if he could simply lift it off, but to no avail. With a sigh, he tossed the bottle down on the table, irritated and still parched. 

Grantaire was not so subtle, an obvious smirk settling on his face.

“Please, Monsieur, hold the bowl in place with one hand and hold the spoon with the other.”

He slipped behind Enjolras, pressing his chest flush against the other man’s back as he leaned around to cover the smaller hands with his own.

“Like this,” he whispered in Enjolras’ ear as he slowly started to stir the mixture again.

The blond sucked in a sharp breath, though almost relieved to feel the comfort of Grantaire pressed flush against him once again. His hands tingled beneath Grantaire’s hold, and his heart fluttered wildly in his chest.

“Like this?” Enjolras repeated in a whisper, eyes flashing to the cynic’s face before glancing quickly back at their hands. “You’re such a good teacher, Monsieur.”

“Y-Yes. I do. Thank you…”

And it was true. He did always feel at his safest when he was with Enjolras. That was why he had come back here after all. But this was terrifying. He’d truly believed that he might have escaped them. He didn’t want to be like them.

But for now, he took the comfort that Enjolras offered, let him hold him. The even rhythm of Enjolras’ breathing and the strength of his arms soothed him and he was soon breathing normally again, trembling less violently.

Enjolras rubbed the cynic’s back soothingly as he began to calm, then pressed a tentative kiss to Grantaire’s temple. “You are welcome to stay here, Grantaire,” he murmured. “I don’t mind if you...if you move in for a while...if you need to...”

Sweet Seduction || Enjolras & Daenerys

Dany bit her lip softly as he kept his fingers going as he kissed her. “Enj…” She muttered against his lips. Dany knew what he was going to say. “I haven’t felt like this for a long time Enj. I’m glad I can share this with you. I want you too… More than anything and my brother doesn’t deserve you.” Dany cupped his face and kissed him. “I’m ready for you when you are.”

Enjolras shifted, pulling his fingers away as he kissed her. His cheeks were flushed; both from arousal, and embarrassment over what he was about to admit. 

“Okay...” the blond whispered, moving into position, his manhood placed at her entrance.