The Prince and the Frog: A Les Mis AU

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In the morning, the man who was pretending to be the Prince and Jehan had breakfast together on the terrace. Jehan was being their regular awkward self, while Bahorel was cool and collected, quite honestly thinking that Jehan was actually cute.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that frog thing last night, then got pulled into it. That usually doesn't happen," Jehan apologized, then added respectfully, "Your Highness."

Bahorel waved the idea away. "No need to be so formal. Besides, the situation was nothing to worry about. I've endured worse and survived," he assured his friend, and, adding a title to his name added, "Sir."

Jehan blushed, then looked at the table. "I'm sorry to correct you, sir, but... I actually prefer 'Mx' instead sir..." they mumbled softly, "If that's okay with you?"

"Oh! Of course," Bahorel replied, putting his hand over Jehan's, "I'm sorry I never asked."

Jehan, flattered, smiled. "You're quite the gentleman, Prince Bahorel."

Bahorel, who had been staring longingly into Jehan's eyes, replied, "You can call me Mont-I mean, Bahorel, just Bahorel."

"Oh, okay, just Bahorel," Jehan nodded, letting Bahorel take their hand and continued to blush furiously.

"So, I was wondering..." Bahorel was losing confidence in what he was saying with every word, noticing that his hands were turning back to their pale complexion in messy blotches and hoping Jehan wouldn't.

"Is your nose all right?" Jehan asked, "Because it's... more pointy."

"Oh, Never mind that," Bahorel stammered, wiping his nose with a napkin, "The light's... changing quickly in the mornings."

"Oh. Well, what were you saying? I'm sorry I interrupted you," Jehan gestured to him to finish what he had been saying.

"Right." Bahorel took a deep breath, looking Jehan in the eyes and feeling his eyes turning from brown to green. "Would you like to be my... royal partner, or whatever you would like to call it?"

Jehan's eyes widened, and they stood up in surprise. "I--really?" Bahorel got down on one knee and nodded. They stammered, "Yes! Yes!" They walked over and hugged Bahorel hard, then pulled away a little. "Was that too tight? I've been told that I-"

"No, it was perfect," Bahorel assured them, hesitantly giving them a kiss on the forehead.

"Oh! We should plan out the wedding," Jehan said quickly, "When should it be? Maybe, I don't know, do you think it would be too much if it was tomorrow night at Mardi Gras?"

Bahorel's eyes widened, genuinely excited. "Yes, actually, that's perfect. Why don't you plan it, since you seem to have a better idea of how to plan things, and I'll see you later?" He did realize that was the least romantic thing he possibly could've come up to say after proposing, but his hair was already straightening out.

Jehan nodded, and, after giving him a quick kiss, hurried out the door to get to planning. Montparnasse sunk into a chair, turning fully into himself, and sighed dreamily, to his surprise.

The mooniness didn't last long though. Thenardier appeared at his side from seemingly nowhere and snatched the talisman holding a drop of Bahorel's blood from inside Montparnasse's shirt. In response, Montparnasse folded his arms over his chest and slapped Thenardier's hand. "Pervert!"

"Oh, relax, you're such a drama queen," Thenardier rolled his eyes, then looked at the empty talisman. "Come on, we need to go back to my place and get more blood."

"Oh... about that..." Montparnasse mumbled. Thenardier turned to him expantly, eyebrows raised. "He was in that little glass jar, and he couldn't breathe very well, and he was gasping, you know he has asthma, so--"

"You let him out?!" Thenardier shouted angrily.

"Look, I don't kill people anymore. Especially royalty. I only unscrewed the lid a little, but those legs of his are awfully strong--"

"You are the worst assistant I've ever bothered with," Thenardier groaned. "Now we have to find him, and you have to put the talisman back on so you can keep tricking that boy--"

"Actually, they don't identify with any particular gender," Montparnasse corrected him.

"Well, it needs to be seduced into the plot, either way,. Its father's got to die for this to work," Thenardier said carelessly, and Montparnasse's fists tightened under the table.

"Wait. You did not tell me that someone was going to die," Montparnasse snapped, "Their dad's all Jehan's got."

"If we don't kill him, then it won't get the money that's undoubtedly going to be left in a will. So we can't get to it, so that's why he has to die. I'll make it quick and mostly painless, I swear," Thenardier explained, studying the talisman, trying to gauge how much blood they actually needed.

"You know, I'm starting to lose interest in this stupid plot. I don't really want to hurt Jehan. They're actually really sweet, and they have a soul that actually cares about me," Montparnasse muttered under his breath.

Thenardier turned around and shoved him deep into the seat, holding him there by his princely suit. "We don't care about its feelings, we just trick it," he growled.

"It's they, geez. You call that stupid jokemobile of a vehicle a she," Montparnasse hissed back, pushing him off.

"So I'll need to call upon my friends on the other side to get the real prince back. And we're not loosening the lid this time," he added, glaring at Montparnasse, who stuck out his tongue at him in response.