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Loved One-Bitter
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Continúa, Has publicado oct 27, 2022
Contenido adulto
(WARNING!! MATURE THEMES!!)
(modern AU)
Before the Musain, before the ABC, before Enjolras and the others... 
there is so much unsaid about those years before.  We come to know R when he's already found the cafe, the ABC, his Hope... But what happened before that? What were the events of the past that shaped him into who he is? How did he come to the Musian in the first place?  These are the questions that I seek to answer in this story. The tragic backstory of Drury-Manette Grantaire. 

(My HC version, of course)


Gonna be a lot of trauma stuff and drama and angst so be prepared, yeah?  also mature themes such as alcoholism, violence, abuse, mention of wanting to die (mature rating for these reasons!!!!)
anyway, I've never done this before and I'm just here to have fun and stuff!! 
:))


(also, fun note! it's called that because that's what his name (Drury-Manette) means!)
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