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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.

The Musain Academy. The best school in France. But when Elena Grantaire comes in her final year, everything goes off target. Her older sister is deadly sick. Her older brother is becoming more hated. The school's smartest kid is terrified of being a failure. The school's most popular girl hates her guts. The jokester has lost his smile. And the 'perfect girl' turns out to be imperfect. But then she meets the Les Amis. And she gets roped into their group.

Enjolras had never been the best at interacting with people one-on-one. He thrived when speaking in front of groups or when giving speeches, not when talking to someone face to face. He's never really known why individual interaction has always gone terrible for him or why he's far more likely to lash out, it just is. He usually isn't even aware of how much he can hurt people without meaning to. He's starting to learn, though, and he wants to get better.

Grantaire had never been to Pride and he had never particularly wanted to. He thought the entire concept wasn't one that he agreed with. This opinion wasn't an easy one to have when surrounded by people who were all heavily invested in the Pride spirit. Grantaire loves his friends and he would do anything to support them, so he allows himself to be dragged along to his first ever Pride with Les Amis. Written for Barricade Day, even though I'm a little late.

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!!

"Yet here and now, you felt that you, too, had a marble heart which he had cracked with a single blow. And maybe, just maybe, you were cracking his as well." HAPPY one-shots/imagines/fanfics with your favorite barricade boy :) Meant to make you smile. Taking requests! "For Thee & Only Thee" started out as a four-part short story but has morphed into a full-length fanfiction.

One shots set in both the canon era and any other AU. Requests: open for any pairing!

The Moulin Rouge. A nightclub, a dance hall and bordello. Ruled over by Montparnasse. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures, where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all of these, was the man Enjolras loved... Grantaire. A dancer, who sold his love to people. They called him "The Glittering Emerald." He was the star of the Moulin Rouge. (As usual, I'm posting this for my very talented friend! Feedback is much appreciated!)

Felicité Pontmercy is Marius Pontmercy's younger sister by one year. Marius has become gradually more and more distant, sneaking out of the house multiple times without telling his sister where he's going. One day, she follows her brother to an old, run-down cafe called the Café Musain, discovering the revolutionaries that plan there. Read on to discover how this one young woman changes Les Amis de l'ABC and the barricades that will follow. I have died and gone to Heaven. This cover is literally the best thing I've ever seen. Props to @BrendaDaaeDestler for this work of art.

Aurore, a young woman, who has enough of being treated as the weaker person. Follow her through her life until her death ♡ Interested? Start reading now. Disclaimer; I don't own Les Mis or the characters, I only own my own characters ♡

"He's beautiful, right?" Combeferre winced. He looked at Grantaire, who was still looking somewhere in the void. Even so, he could see his eyes glitter with something he hadn't seen before. Confusion? Sadness? Loneliness? He didn't like the look. He reminded him too much of himself. This is how he looked every time he looked in the mirror and thought of Enjolras. Combeferre suddenly laughed. His gorgeous laugh echoed through the silence. He shook his head, dropped a piece of the cigarette to the ground, stepped on it, and grab another one. "How long?"

imagines/one shots/preferences of the barricade boys from the 2012 production of Les Misérables. CHARACTERS CREATED BY VICTOR HUGO. I DO NOT OWN LES MISÉRABLES. CREDITS ARE MENTIONED IN THE CHAPTER. DAILY UPDATES. COMPLETED.

Enjolras knows it's the end of the line when his friends have all been killed and he alone remains, standing defiant against the National Guard. He was prepared to die for his friends and countrymen. Of course, he was joined by Grantaire in his last moments, holding his hand as they were both shot. Enjolras knew he was dead. That was, until he wakes up in a bed that is not his, in a room that is not his, and in a time period that is definitely not his. His old friends are alive and well, but Enjolras seems to be the only one who remembers their failed revolution. Or: Enjolras is shot at the barricades on that day in 1832, but wakes up in the future with no memorizes of a life there.

With Fauchelevent's help, some of Les Amis manage to escape the barricade, but not unharmed. Now they must deal with both physical and mental trauma all while trying to avoid capture by the police. What will happen to them? Will they survive their injuries and find freedom? Or will it be too late? Contains slash. 100th fanfiction!

A Les Miz fanfiction that involves a mermaid.

Welcome to Musain High! Here you can find your favorite revolutionaries as teachers and can see snippets of their (love)life. Enjoy!

***ACCEPTING QUESTIONS!!!* "Good morrow, citizen. You can call me Enjolras. I'll be accepting any and all questions you have for any of the Les Amis. (This could probably be the worst idea of my ENTIRE life...) Let's keep it PG, please, for the sake of our dignity..." *Courfeyrac abruptly cuts in* - "What the Chief means is let's keep it clean, so all can enjoy our story. We will take your questions in our inbox and in the comments section of the story. We can't wait to hear your questions!" *Gavroche races in, excited* - "Lemme join! I migh' be a litt'le person, but I'm ready to go!" *Combeferre takes off his glasses and looks up* - "I have also received word from Jean Valjean, Cosette, Éponine, and others that they are willing to receive your questions! Start sending!" *Enjolras, in background, screaming* - "GRANTAIRE, PUT THAT BOTTLE DOWN!"