ADIEU /əˈdjuː/ (noun) a goodbye. In which Enjolras realizes that he is not exempt from love after all.

UNDER HEAVY EDITING to love or have loved, that is enough. ❪ enjolras 𝒙 fem!oc ❫ les mis movie adaptation © rika / howlsgirl 2019

A young leader of an imminent uprising and a cynical daughter of a highly respected French general sub-standardly live their lives in France, 1832. Their paths lead them to an unfortunate night; the night they first met. Amidst grief, anger, and reckoning, can they find common ground for the freedom of their people? Who knows, perhaps they may find even more. (ENJOLRAS X OC; ON-GOING; POSSIBLE LEMON in later chapters)

Sonnet Javert was as poetic as her name suggested, and her violet eyes watched the world with the most curious and innocent gaze. But inside her delicate mind bore the soul of a free-spirited revolutionary. [ painting - cometesse d'haussonville (1845) by jean-auguste-dominque ingres ]

Natalia is a poor immigrant from Florence, Italy. She travelled to Paris at age 12 hoping to escape the streets of Florence and make a better life for herself. Little did she know, that she will find herself dressed as a man, looting, stealing and robbing just to make ends meet. What happens when she finds her self stealing from the one person who will make her life worth living? Does this revolutionist think of her as an ally? Or just another street rat? Find out in 'Just a Street Rat' (Enjorlas Love Story)

He gently pressed his forehead against my own. I felt his curls tickle against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "I'll be with you for eternity." he said before placing his lips on the top of my head. I let out a sob and wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close. I heard a soldier's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs...

Ella found herself all alone after her father's death. She did what she had to do to get by, but the only things that kept her going were the Les Amis. Then one day she meets Enjolras, and it all changed.

Avid poet and lover of literature, Jean Prouvaire, or Jehan, has always been a hopeless romantic, but after falling short of the what he believed to be love, has come to accept fell in love with the mere idea of romance and affection. Sylvia has accepted love as a mere childhood dream and her fate of remaining an impoverished dancer, but when the two meet serendipitously, they leave behind their skepticism and learn to trust and eventually... Love.

1832. French Revolution. He stood at the top of the barricades, raising his red flag over his head. A few moments passed and the general of the national guardsmen arrived and asked, "Who's there?" Being the girl that I was, I just stayed quiet and looked at him. I looked at the man whose eyes could make you feel like you're staring at the sun. Someone shouted back, "FRENCH REVOLUTION!" And bullets were firing everywhere. I was hesitant to stand there and just watch my fellow comrades being shot on random places. I kept my eyes on him. On Apollo. I felt my pupils dilate when a national guardsman took aim at him at a close range. Without a second thought, I ran towards the barricade and took the bullet from the enemy. I heard him call, "Ponine! Don't you dare die on me!", but it was far too late, my vision was black. 2013. Present time. It was crazy because, you know, I was reincarnated. I checked my reflection, I was still Eponine Thernadier. The girl who was always on her own. I am now attending Duschene Academy as a senior, my brother Gavroche is also on the academy as well, he is a freshman. It was creepy you know, because we didn't die from the revolution. We are very much alike. So one day, when I decided to practice my playing on the violin, I stumbled upon a boy. He was wearing a red sweatshirt, blond hair and brooding blue eyes. Wait, it can't be...it was Apollo. It was Enjolras.