The Prince and the Frog: A Les Mis AU

13

On land, Feuilly found the gators still playing with the band, having the time of their lives, so he let them be. Grantaire, however, was flopped over in half a glass of wine on the deck of the paddleboat. He yanked him out the glass and woke him up. They went to reconvene with Bahorel, but they couldn't find him anywhere.

They got swept up in the flood of festivities, and even though he was already drunk, Grantaire kept trying to sneak off to the liquor vendors.

"Come on, focus," Feuilly said again, holding onto his arm. He never thought that a firefly's light could have a strobe setting, but here he was.

"You know, he really loves you a lot, but you didn't hear that from me. Just thought that might interest you," Grantaire said, pulling his arm out of Feuilly's grasp.

"Wait, really?" Feuilly turned to face him, "Is that what that whole thing on the roof was?"

"Yes, he wanted to propose, but you kind of shut him down," Grantaire explained, picking at some dirt on his bottle, which he was still carrying.

"Wait, how would you know what happened up there?"

Grantaire rolled his eyes. "Unlike some people, I actually do talk to my boyfriend. That's primarily what we do," he said, about to elaborate, but Feuilly's look of horror shifted his focus.

Standing on a float, prepared to get married, was Jehan and Bahorel. Feuilly slowly changed from shock to hurt, hopping away. "Hey! Where do you think you're going, Feuilly?" Grantaire called after him.

"He's happy, that's fine. I'm not upset," Feuilly insisted, wiping his eyes. He also didn't know that frogs could cry.

"Hey, it'll be fine," Grantaire said, sounding like the effort to be optimistic hurt him, "Look, there's always hope. Even if you're separated, like Enjolras and me--"

"It's about time you figured out that Enjorlas is a star. Might as well know now rather than go another night trying to confess your love too someone and get your heart broken," Feuilly snapped angrily, "Face it, Grantaire, you are never going to be with him."

Grantaire's heart visibly broke, and he looked up at the sky. "Please, please don't listen to him, he's just really upset. He doesn't mean it. You're real, you know I love you, angel..." he continued to try to cheer up Enjolras, who stayed stoic from his perch in the sky. Then he hurried off to find out what had gotten into Bahorel's mind.

-------

At the wedding, Montparnasse was praying that he wasn't sweating too noticeably. Thenardier was waiting in the shadows of an alleyway, holding a voodoo doll of Jean Valjean, holding a pin at the ready to give him a horrid heart attack. Sitting next to Montparnasse was a very wiggly box, containing Bahorel. Whenever he would try to break free, Montparnasse would stomp hard on his tongue.

Grantaire slipped over to the box, having seen it move and knew he wasn't so drunk to be seeing things. He snuck through the keyhole, and found Bahorel nursing a bruised tongue. "What's up?" he said casually, leaning against the interior.

"Grantaire, our kiss is getting away! He's going to marry Jehan and it will be all over!" Bahorel exclaimed, fidgeting with the lock helplessly for the millionth time.

Grantaire rolled his eyes. "Allow me." He pushed Bahorel out of the way and clicked around inside the lock, and came out a minute later. "You're welcome, wimp. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a wedding to crash."

He flew out of the box as the Bishop of Digne, who was conducting the wedding asked of Montparnasse, "Do you, Bahorel, take this soul to be legally and spiritually bound to yours for as long as you both shall live?"

Montparnasse was about to reply the affirmative when Bahorel burst out of the box, kicking Montparnasse in the leg and jumping off. "What the heck is with this place and the frogs?" He shouted, in all honesty.

Grantaire flew up behind him and grabbed the talisman, and pulled, nearly choking him, but successfully pulling him off the float and into the crowd. Once Grantaire had pulled it off, Montparnasse immediately became his original form again. He quickly ducked into an empty library to conceal himself.

"Bahorel, are you all right?" Jehan called out, concerned.

"Yes, Flower," Montparnasse replied through the door, "Just... composing myself, is all. Did I mention you look lovely tonight?"

Thenardier growled and shoved the voodoo doll into his pocket along with the pin. Of course something had to happen and spoil his plans. On top of this, he had a stupid partner who couldn't just get stuff done.

"I'm going to try and get that kiss!" Bahorel called, jumping off the float.

Grantaire zoomed around town, trying to find Feuilly. "Feuilly!" He finally found him next to the bayou, watching the other fireflies' lights blinking on and off. He looked up at the sound of his name.

"What's wrong?" Feuilly asked, wiping his eyes, which were strangely like a human's eyes and therefore turned red.

Grantaire pushed the talisman into Feuilly's hands, saying, "It wasn't Bahorel who was marrying Jehan. They were marrying that butler guy who came with Bahorel, but he was wearing this magic necklace and it made him look like Bahorel. I hope that made sense."

"Not at all but I'm sure when we have more time you can explain it to me," Feuilly said, hopping away.

"I'll hold them off!" shouted Grantaire, who had stopped a horde of shadow demons advancing on them. He chased them around with his light until they were burned out, one after another--

Slap. Thenardier smacked Grantaire to the ground like a fly. Grantaire landed hard on the ground with a thud. He stomped hard on the ground.

Crunch. Thenardier walked away, not looking back at the crushed firefly.