Vivalafrance Stories

As the daughter of Pierre Moulin, the army general of the national guard, (Y/N) Moulin grew up rather wealthy, never having to worry about where she'll sleep or if she'll eat. Despite this, she did worry. Not for herself, though, but for all those who had nothing; no homes, no food, no jobs, no voice, no rights. It came as no surprise that, at the age of 16, she joined Les Amis De L'ABC. Though, what no one could've guessed (except for those who read the title) is just how much she would come to admire the group's leader Enjolras. And who knows, maybe he reciprocated those affections. A generic, hopefully not too Mary-Sue-Reader fanfiction. Many regrets, much shame, no cares. And no, you don't get to choose your last name.

I was a performer on the streets of Paris at the brink of the Revolution. Viva La France. ...I wish the revolution was the worst of my friend's suffering, but there is much, much more.