Les Miserables Imagines

Enjolras x Reader: Protective

You handed out small rosettes to attendants as you wove through the angry crowd, listening to Enjolras as he delivered yet another passionate speech. People would cheer and clap along. Other Les Amis were dispersed throughout the masses, handing out brochures and rosettes similar to yours. You stopped to take a second to watch the protest. You made eye contact with Enjolras, who smiled at you with a sparkle in his eye. You smiled back, waving slightly before turning back to your task. You crouched down and handed a rosette to a little boy and his father, who pinned it on the child's lapel and hoisted him onto his shoulder. You smiled as the boy waved a chubby hand at you, and you turned to continue. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of metal. You looked up as a squadron of soldiers rode around the corner, unsheathing their swords. "Army!" You shouted as loud as you could. People's heads swiveled to look, and they took off running as they laid their eyes on the officers. Enjolras and Marius leapt down from their makeshift stage, turning to run into the alleys. Enjolras' eyes met yours, and he waved a frantic hand for you to follow. You turned to run, but stopped when you heard a child's cry. You turned to see a soldier standing over a little girl with a dusty green dress. He was yelling at her, causing her to shriek out for her mom. Anger swelled in your chest and you stalked towards the pair, ignoring Enjolras' cries for you to stop. You planted yourself between child and soldier, glaring up at the man. "Leave her alone," You hissed. You heard frantic footsteps retreat behind you. The man sneered and shoved out of his way roughly. Your hem caught under your shoe, and you lost your balance. You lifted yourself up with a groan, and reached for one of your rosettes. A heavy boot pressed your hand into the cobblestones, drawing a shriek of pain from your lips. You glared up at the officer, who matched your glare with his own.

"Rebel scum," He hissed, before kicking you in the ribs. You gasped for breath, your eyes blinded by tears. You struggled to get up, but you were slammed back into the ground by a boot on your chest. Your head connected with the pavement painfully. He drew his foot back for another kick and you closed your eyes in preparation.

But the blow never came. You cautiously opened an eye to see the officer gone. You slowly sat up, wincing in pain. You looked around, and spotted the man lying on his back.

And Enjolras was on top of him, punching him over and over and over. Eventually Grantaire and Courfeyrac managed to pull him off of the wounded officer. "If you ever touch her again, I'll kill you!" He screamed, absolutely livid. Marius helped you up and you wrapped an arm around your waist, groaning softly. You felt something warm ooze down the back of your head and you tried not to think about it as Marius led you back to the café. He sat you down in the first available chair and you sagged in relief. Joly came by with his medical kit in the chair across from you and began pulling out bandages when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up as Enjolras watched you, his face devoid of any emotion. "I can take it from here, Joly." Joly looked between the two of you uncertainly. "You go see if anyone else was hurt." Joly nodded and got up, leaving a pile of bandages behind. Enjolras sat down and scooched his chair closer to yours. He gently took your hand in his, turning your arm gently as he assessed the damage. His eyes flashed at your bleeding knuckles and banged up elbow, and he cursed softly as he gently wrapped pieces of bandages around the afflicted areas. He gently kissed the covered skin, watching you carefully as you blushed. You murmured a soft thank you as you tried to sit up, but the stinging pain in your torso forced you to stop. "Careful," He told you as he helped you sit back in your chair. After he was sure you were comfortable, he sat back in his own chair. Then he noticed the red stripe on his hand. His face drained of colour. "Y/N, turn around," He said softly. His eyes were blazing.

"Enjolras, it's not tha—"

"Turn around." He said more firmly. You swiveled in your chair as carefully as you could, so your back was facing Enjolras. He sucked in a breath. "Oh, Y/N," He sighed. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." You stood up, wincing. You took a shaky step, but your foot gave out from under you and you began to fall. Before you could hit the ground, however, you were swept up into a pair of arms. "You alright?" You nodded, slightly dazed. He wrapped his arms around you a little tighter and carried you out to the fountain that lay behind the café. He sat you down on the edge of the fountain and dipped a cloth into the water. He wrung it out and gently dabbed it against the back of your head, washing away the blood caked in your hair. He worked in silence as you stared at your hands. "You stay here next time." He said softly.

"Enj—"

"No." He said firmly. "He hurt you. Badly." He put the cloth around and moved so he was sitting in front of you. "And I couldn't do a thing."

"You don't have to look after me," You retorted. "I can take care of myself." He laughed bitterly.

"Yes, that turned out fine, didn't it?"

"Well what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just stand by and let him hurt that little girl."

"I don't care!" He exploded. Seeing your shocked reaction, he sighed and ran a stressful hand through his mop of curls. "Look, any outcome that involves you getting hurt is to be avoided. No matter the alternative, okay?"

"I'm sorry." You told him. "But I'm not going to stand by when I know I can help." HE stared at you for a moment, before nodding in resignation.

"I know," He nodded. "That's just one of the things I love about you," He smiled , before he realized what he said. You blinked in surprise.

"What?" He sighed and stood to go.

"I'm sorry, I know that's the last thing you need to hear right now. I'll go," He began to walk away before your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He stopped, turned, and stared at you, as you kept your eyes trained on the ground. He slowly sat back down, still staring at you. "Y/N?"

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"Did you mean it?" You asked in a firmer tone this time. He sighed softly and cupped your chin, raising your gaze to his. He was smiling softly at you.

"Of course I did," You smiled. His smiled widened, and he swiftly connected his lips with yours. When you pulled apart, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap as carefully as he could. He pressed his forehead to yours with a smile as he stared into your eyes. "You're staying next to me next rally." You laughed softly, and his heart melted at the sound. When you finally composed yourself, you smiled up at him.

"Okay,"