Истории Lesmis

All the discussions about revolution and republicanism seem to be only an idea. A great idea surely, but only in the minds of les Amis de l'ABC. This is the greatest fear of Enjolras; the people are tired and will not have the power to support a revolution. At least that was his fear until he heard a song, a song that filled him with hope -they were not alone. I do not own any of the characters (Amis) and all credits go to Victor Hugo. I do not own either the images. Basically I do not own anything except the story, but I think that's enough. That's actually not a classic y/n story. The y/n persona is mostly already constructed. But what I wished for this character, mademoiselle Claudel, was that every reader could add a personal missing part (that's the name, or personal characteristics that are not described by me) and really deepen into the feelings and the thoughts of the story's characters. You know, if she had a name she would be an already unchangeable, immobilized character like the ones in the novels. But she, I think is much more because a part of her belongs to the reader only. And the readers are unnumbered and so are the variations of the feelings and the thoughts a man can have. Still updating in this one! Please be patient mon amis! One day I'll finish it, promise...

Anything relatable that a person who loves musical theatre has done or thought of doing. All rights reserved

Grantaire became a magician at a young age, though always preferred painting. Still, magic is art, and as long as Grantaire got paid, he was happy. That was until he met Enjolras, a blond skeptic. Determined to prove magic isn't just scams and robbery, Grantaire tries to teach his love of magic. Though things get complicated as the two are pulled into painful mistakes. Things are set in motion that cannot be undone... A/N - Okay, guys, this story is really bad. I messed up but I'm too lazy to unpublish it ---------- "Enjolras." "I'm going to call you Apollo," ----------- "I hate you and everything about you!" ----------- "Do you really hate me that much?"

***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!"

𝓗𝓲𝓶, 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢. 𝓗𝓮𝓻, 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔵𝔲𝔯𝔶. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔂.

"The stars provide many things. They predict our futures. They hold our pasts. They help us find our way in times of trouble. They give us peace of mind. They may even define who we are. And now, they've brought you to me." | (Combeferre x Elliot) | | | | | | | (yep that was made by me. surprising right?)

/////// A Hamilton and Les Mis crossover ////// Ships featured: -Enjoltaire -Courferre -lams -uhhh there's more but i'm lazy right now Pity that we had to kill him. He was absolutely stunning, golden curls and striking eyes. Apollo. I wanted to ask if we could spare him, though Monteparnasse would laugh and tell me we shouldn't develop feelings for targets. But I didn't love him - Oh god, did I? What had happened to my cold, dead heart?

∬ enjolras ' smbq + . \\ read in black .

"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?"

Aquí estoy con un clásico en el mundo de Les Mis en el que los personajes son universitarios en la ciudad de París, época actual.

little they know the one who sparked the revolution still waits in the tiny room of the Cafe Musain, his little Patria. "Welcome To The Revolution Our Dear Apollo", her eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh buzz-off Clara", he puffed and tied his loosen cravat.

This is Eponine's death via the musical, its a one shot told in Eponine and Marius' POV. Please read and enjoy!

Grantaire just came back from a long trip to Paris to visit his family. Grantaire has always been infatuated with his dear friend Enjolras. Though Enjolras does not know and there is a deep dark secret he hides that no one knows.

In my life, there's been no one like him anywhere... *Rated PG* (EPONINE FANFIC)

Art stuff and junk

Enjonine AU

In a dark gothic setting, lives a small thorned rose struggling through her mess of nettles, dreaming of a great wide somewhere. What happens when she is plucked from the ground and into a vase, will she blossom, guided by the sunlight, or be unable to see through the foggy dance of darkness? What's more, what of the one who needs her, will he too transform himself? I intend for this to be quite long and detailed and it may end up containing some dark themes- you have been warned! Beauty and the Beast story with all your favourites from Les Mis: Eponine- Belle Enjolras- Beast Montparnasse-Gaston Grantaire- LeFou Marius - The Librarian Courfeyrac- Lumiere Combeferre- Cogsworth Jehan- Plumet Gavroche-Chip And many other Les Mis characters along the way!

Samantha Barks. Aaron Tveit. Shy, quiet, and full of secrets. Confident, spunky, and trusting. The two were opposites in every way possible. But when Aaron moves to Sam's school and runs into her in the hallway, they are suddenly forced headfirst into a wild excursion of fighting their feelings. How will they manage a relationship that's Next To Normal?

In this world, no one sees color until they touch, hear, or even see their true love. Grantaire and Enjolras have never seen color in all their years on Earth. Until the day something magical happens This story is told through color and emotions as well as a basic storyline. Inspired by many tumblr text posts.