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━━ 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : ❛ he was enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees and oh, how she loved him ❜ [ les miserables (2012) ] [ enjolras x f!oc ]

absolutely clean other than that, yep, les amis one-shots enjoltaire is probably the only consistent ship i will give emotional pain warnings

Elstarkra was the daughter of inspector jevert. He had raised her on his own. What happens if elstarkra joined the barricade boys. Her friends at the barricade needed her help and she was happy to help them. No matter what her fathers thoughts on the matter was. Elstarkra was always a wide eyed child. She knew the law like the back of her had, but that didn't mean she couldn't get into childish antics. A café stood in a street, she'd never seen it before her eyes but in her dreams it always appeared. She never told her father, with him being an inspector he had a reputation to uphold. POSTED ON FAN FICTION UNDER THE SAME USERNAME.

é𝗉𝗁é𝗆è𝗋𝖾 (adj.) - fleeting, short-lived When Genevieve Dubois arrived in Paris, she came expecting a fresh start, not a revolution. But her expectations are upended when she stumbles into the world of Les Amis de l'ABC, and into the path of Enjolras, a fierce young man wholly consumed by the fight for justice and equality. Drawn in by his fire and haunted by his ideals, Genevieve is whisked into a world of secret meetings and dangerous convictions. But the closer she gets to Enjolras, the harder he seems to reach. Enjolras lives for the future of France, while Genevieve still struggles to navigate the present. To him, love and connection are distractions, a weakness that a revolution has no time for. For her, they're the only things worth fighting for. She doesn't burn with conviction like he does. She only knows that when he looks at her, it's like she might matter. And when the barricades rise, she must decide whether to stand down or stand beside him in a fight bigger than herself. {Enjolras x Original Character}

||UNOFFICIAL TITLE & STORY|| Lou-Anne Perreault works as a waitress at Café Musain, scraping up enough money for her and her siblings, taking care of them since the Perreault's parents' demise. One unfortunate day, she would have the dreaded task of taking over her co-worker's job as she calls off ill, which is tending to the upstairs of the café. It doesn't sound too bad, unless you were there to see the aftermath and ruckus caused by the university students up there. The dreaded shifts turn into ones of curiosity as she uncovers the true intentions of their everyday lives at the Musain... but she can't help but feel irritation towards the leader and what she believes to be 'hypocritical' beliefs.

Javert was supposed to die when he jumped off of that bridge into the Seine; but, instead, he wakes up in an unfamiliar bed and in an unfamiliar house. It does not make him feel better when he learns that the house is- of all people- Jean Valjean's.

The streets were in complete and utter chaos. People were screaming and running about, and furniture was tumbling from the windows like a violent hailstorm. He could hear the people sing, but his heartbeat was not echoing the drums. He had an important decision to make. He knew that his choice would be the difference between life and death. Or maybe he would die either way. This is the tale of Babet, a side character in Les Misérables. You will meet his younger brother, who opposes him during the revolution. This story involves tragedy, death, and evil. It follows a man's evolution from an innocent child to a foul thief. Enjoy! Credit to @findingclaquesous on Tumblr for the cover art.

How am I supposed to die at the barricades when I see my future in your eyes? Love had never been in the cards for Enjolras. He could never take his eyes away from his beloved Patria for long enough to notice women around him. At least, that was the case until the sapphire eyes of a woman from a cabaret began to consume his every thought. I am not Victor Hugo. I do not own any of the characters from Les Misérables.

Enjolras, drunk and having no home to go to for the night, as he was kicked out (because he didn't give the rent money in on time), finds Combeferre, who offers him a night at his house. [short fic] Sorry for any mischaracterization!!

Due to budget cuts at the university, Enjolras and his corral group are forced to rent a new research vessel to take them out to an isolated atoll. But how will he ever survive 5 months on a boat with that one crew member who refuses to leave him alone and also smokes way too much.

Paris, 1832. A city on the edge of revolution. A love that never stood a chance. Élise Renard once walked the marble halls of noble houses, carrying silk gowns stitched by her mother's hands. Now, years later, she walks the gaslit streets alone - a seamstress's daughter turned survivor, selling her body in the alleys of Montmartre to men who never ask for her name. He was just a boy then - the son of one of her mother's clients. Bright-eyed, full of books and questions. He is a man now, shouting liberty from atop the barricades. Enjolras. He doesn't remember her, not truly. But Élise never forgot. When their paths cross again, it is too late for softness. The city is crying for change, and he belongs to the future - to revolution, to martyrdom. Élise belongs to no one. Yet between the smoke of rebellion and the silence of their memories, something still flickers. A thread pulled tight. As the barricades rise so does something between them. Fragile. Unspoken. Impossible. Because Paris is bleeding. And love has no place in a revolution.

My friend, @matilda_24601 and I agreed that Heroes by David Bowie was so Enjoltaire coded, so here we are.

in which two musical theatre actors find comfort in each other.

"Please, 'tis only a place for adolescent witches and wizards..what's the worst that can happen..?" -- A COLD, 1980s AUTUMN. A GROUP OF FRIENDS HAVE FOUND OUT THEY POSSESS WIZARDING POWERS AND ARE ACCEPTED INTO HOGWARTS - SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY. what will happen? [THIS IS FIRST YEAR.] this au excludes gavroche.

"Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come round again. That's why they're called revolutions. People die, and nothing changes." - Terry Pratchett, Night Watch A retelling of part of Les Miserables, from about 1828-1832. Élise was born into a decent, middle class family, but with her father's death and her brother drinking and gambling away his small inheritance, she moved to Paris, in hope of finding better prospects. With rents going up and wages going down, she eventually ends up living, and then almost dying on the streets, before being rescued by two young medical students. With an introduction to Les Amis de l'A.B.C., she finds the world opening up before her again, and discovers her place in it. Based primarily on Victor Hugo's novel, with some reference to the musical and the 2012 film. Some parts also inspired by Henry Mayhew's London Labour and the London Poor. I will confess myself to be more of a historian than an author, and as such, this book is primarily an attempt to bring some history into a retelling of the aspect of Les Miserables that seems to have captured so many people's imaginations - that is to say, the June Rebellion of 1832 and the lead up to it. {Enjolras x OC}

A high school au where a bunch of musical characters are thrown together, I don't own any of them! Also warning there is mention of abuse in this story

The main character of the story is Grace Leroy, I made on my own! Grace doesn't really have a family, but Enjolras more or less 'adopted' her. However, she still works, because she has to survive. And she happens to work in The Sergeant Of Waterloo, in Thenardier's inn. But from there, things get interesting...

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. - 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘗𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 Enjolras x OC

RANDOM ESSAY THAT ISN'T REALLY AN ESSAY- (=ME VENTING)

━━𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐞(𝐧.) a song greeting the dawn ⊹.✮₊⋆ ❛ a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world ❜ [𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐂] (cover designed by me!)