turn me into smoke

not really sure how to feel about it something in the way you move. enjolras x eponine

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Will make a post with all the characters but for now, have the protagonists of the manga! :^)

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I just imagine Enjolras and Éponine as Danny and Sandy in ‘Grease’.

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au where Eponine is Danny tho

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‘the boy i love left me for a revolution’ // e.h.

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The Marble Man (19/?)

AN: THIS IS LEGIT! I’m updating again after almost 2 years. IKR!!

Dedicated to @aurimaedre for being awesome and supporting me, and thanks to @246nodone for being the best beta to ever beta (and my BIFF!!)

Chapter nineteen:

“What the hell were you thinking?” R’s fists clench so hard that he thinks he will either punch Enjolras or turn into the Hulk.

Enjolras will not let himself be dragged along, but R pulls at the other man’s arm anyway, almost pushing him down the stairs in his haste to get him as far away from Éponine as possible. He is not going to let this continue for one second longer.

“What are you talking about?” Enjolras doesn’t even sound angry.

“I’m talking about you leading Éponine on like that,” he speaks in his harshest whisper.

Jehan got pretty obvious after a while, because even though the Buffy marathon was entertaining as hell, the barely-being-allowed-to-leave-the-room bit was not so good. And it made it pretty clear to R that there was something going on downstairs that he was not supposed to see. As Enjolras and Éponine were the only other people in the house, and he and Jehan were already occupied,it obviously had to be about them.

And it was.

The dance looked beautiful at first glance – but R was the only one who knew just how cruel Enjolras was being to the woman in his arms.

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Enjonine discovering the game Neko Atsume

Immediately when the words “Do you want to see my kitties?” came outÉponine’s mouth Enjolras almost spit-takes. Surely,Éponine has not brought in any felines that he had not been aware of beforehand, right? He would have spotted that off-scene occurrence in their apartment in an instant. 

Had she been hiding them from him, then? It would not surprise him, she had a knack from hiding things from him, only to find them a year or so later – like the time he had unfortunately found a lacy-sheer bra with a note attached to it; ‘I don’t even know if I’ll give this to you, Grantaire; it’s a bra I found at a thrift shop when I was twelve. If I do, you better damn wear it in front of everyone at the Musain. LoveÉponine, your baddest bitch of a friend; xoxo’. That had been one image he had wanted to claw out of his mind for the remains of that day. “Well, do you wanna see the kitties or not?” Enjolras was finally snapped out of his panic, though it did not stop him from voicing that panic. They could barely manage their fish! (Ironically named Romeo and Juliet) Let alone kitties.

“Éponine, where have you hidden them? No – In fact, how long have you been hiding them from me? This apartment is not so large as to hold a few cats. We barely got away with the landlords allowing us to bring in Romeo and Juliet. Fortunately, they are both tiny. Fish are not as much work as let us say – a cat. Dread they urinate all over my work papers.”

It was only after his melt-down thatÉponine burst out laughing, that laughter that always brought him down to earth whenever he was too entangled in something; or when he just too exhausted to simply just move. “Enjolras, you absolute nerd. I didn’t bring any real cats into the apartment, do you think I’d honestly be able to keep that away from you?” His eyebrows furrowing only gave him a wicked smile in return, her hand patting the empty spot on the couch next to her. “Come on, I’ll show you. It’s this game that Cosette would literally not stop talking about until I tried my hand at it, and so that is where the obsession started. I check this damn thing every morning.”

He felt a fool upon realizing it was a Japanese created game about cats; not real live cats, prowling around their apartment and leaving fur on all his best suits. Though, he would be a hypocrite in saying this toÉponine’s face – it’s not that he disliked cats, he always seemed to be caught in a frenzy of sneezing around them. (He would not soon forget the time Azelma held one of her birthday parties at a Cat Cafe). He was more of a dog person, he had grown up with dogs; Éponine of course, the opposite. 

“You – You named one of your cats Alexander Hamilton? Really? Asking Bossuet to bring you a ten dollar back from his trip to America was a bit much but – this —” She immediately whacked his leg. “All of them are named after the Hamilton characters!Éponine, we live in France!”

“Do you approve of Lafayette, then?”

She was grimacing, giving him that doe-eyed look he could never resist. “Yes, I approve.”

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you & your words flooded my senses; you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals.

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here’s the ballet au where enj is a instructor with a performance coming up so he’s STRESSED and a lil cross with his new student who shows up to practice with her track uniform

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E/É doodles part 3/3

2000 miniseries - Arm Joe game - Book (my own take)

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Éponine is short so Enjolras often kisses her forehead (also because he can’t bring himself to kiss her properly without passing out)

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I read a fic one time where they get trapped in a closet and she starts to grind on him but I took a little artistic license where she grinds on him ACCIDENTALLY listen to me

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here’s the harry potter au i’ve always wanted, a prefect with a troublemaker who stays past curfew (WHICH IS WHICH THOUGH?)

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for E/E!! "Kanoujo" :DD

A/N: Polyglot feels here

Codenames

“You may as well write my name out in your notebooks. Everyone knows what that means.” 

Enjolras turned very red as he slammed the offending volume shut. “Snoop.” Even so he couldn’t exactly be angry with the woman peering over his shoulder. “What’s it to you?” 

Eponine smirked and ruffled his hair. “I’m flattered. But there are enough people in the Japanese language studies classes, not to mention all the anime artists and otakus who would certainly know the word for girlfriend when they see it.” 

The young man sighed as he crossed out the word all over the page before pencilling in Eponine’s name. “Cat’s out of the bag.” 

“It’s been for a long time, Miguel. Your smile gives it away, it actually reaches your eyes for once.” 

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are you hurt?

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E/E Hair HCS for all your verses please =3

Oh wow.

Manila Verse (aka “The Greatest City in the World”): Enjolras has light brown hair that he wears just long enough to fall into his eyes. Eponine has dark hair that falls in waves just below her shoulderblades. They both dislike summertime since it means cutting their hair short for relief from the heat. Eponine looks okay with her hair in a bob, but Enjolras never, ever should get a crew cut. 

Surgeon Verse: Eponine is frustrated at times that she has to always keep her hair up, if only to make it easier to scrub in. This means her hair is always in a braid, bun, or at least a ponytail. Sometimes when she lets it down, Enjolras helps her comb it out at the end of the day (after a shower most likely). He likes the smell of her shampoo, and the feel of her hair between his fingers. As for Enjolras, his hair also falls in his eyes, especially in the morning. It also sticks up everywhere and Eponine can’t help but laugh at the sight of it when she wakes up. 

WAMP: Eponine has auburn hair, Enjolras has golden hair. Seeing them together—talking, walking side by side, or simply sitting quietly, is like watching two aspects of fire. :) 

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INGE!!!! Fanfic idea!!!! Enjonine based on the Wildest Dreams music video!!!! Like they're actors and he has a bad reputation because he's grumpy and super political but hot af and she has to work with him and they have a passionate love affair and like... It could be so beautiful...

She almost didn’t take the job because of him. 

Gabriel Enjolras had a terrible reputation. Sure, he was talented - one of the best actors of his generation - but he was a total pain in the ass. A perfectionist who could always find fault in any script, any scene, any actor. He refused to do a great many things that other actors would have killed for - but he was the great Enjolras, and that meant that the offending scenes would get rewritten, the writers and/or actors fired until the entire production was up to his exacting standards. 

So when her agent told her that the studio was in talks with Gabriel fucking Enjolras for the male lead in the new Javert, she almost didn’t show up for the callback. Fantine had to beg and beg until Eponine finally decided to go - the asshole was never going to approve of her anyway. She was too raw, too untutored for someone who only held stock in fancy acting techniques that a girl from the mean streets of Brooklyn was never going to come across. 

But then she got hired. Javert saw something in her, for some reason. He fought the studio (they wanted a Name for this, and someone not so… ethnic) and his reluctant lead (Enjolras remained unimpressed by anyone) to get her the job. 

It was a coup. She had to take it, even though playing a romance with Gabriel “Asshole” Enjolras was going to take all of her considerable acting skills. 

Their official introduction at the table read was basically a train wreck. No one was able to look away as Enjolras looked down his nose at her and she “accidentally” stepped on his feet in return. She wasn’t just going to take his stupid snobbery lying down! 

He really was good at the acting thing, though. Even at the table read, where a lot of their costars still fumbled with some of the lines, Enjolras was completely convincing. Hell, she was a little bit in love with him by the end - or at least, with his character. The real guy was still a tool. 

Things did not get a whole lot better during the first week on set. He stalked about like an arrogant regency era gentleman, bossing everyone around. She was the only one who wasn’t following orders - and that pissed him off so much. 

Every single time she told him no, he tried to use his height - he was just so tall - to intimidate her. It never worked. Eponine Thenardier was made of stronger stuff than that. 

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For a drabble... What would I give to live where you are? What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you smiling at me?... for E/E :)

A/N: OH MY GOD. WAMP verse. 

The Power of Maybe

January 1833

The first time they stay up late at that kitchen table in the Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau, Enjolras falls asleep beside his cup of coffee. “Silly man,” Eponine whispers as she pours out their now cold drinks, taking care not to get a drop on his writing. 

She really should wake him, if only for the fact that he would be cross to miss any moment wherein he could be doing useful work. ‘He looks so peaceful like this,’ Eponine decides as she sits down across from him, if only to take in the steady rise and fall of his shoulders. It’s worth the quiet, she figures, if only for its rarity. 

A thump from overhead catches her attention and she listens keenly for any sound of her brothers stirring. When at last the quiet reigns again, Eponine takes a deep breath. “Someday you’ll leave this tenement. A man like you needs a bigger space to do things,” she whispers. ‘And where will I be then?’ the thought tugs at her, but she shakes her head. Men like him do not take up with girls like her. 

Yet even so she wonders how it would be to nudge him, to have him raise his head and give her that sleepy smile he sometimes has when he comes down to breakfast. ‘Somewhere, elsewhere,’ she catches herself thinking, and this time she has to pinch herself. “Oh you dream too much,” she whispers chidingly. “But you are alive, you’re with your brothers. You’re doing so much—maybe a little more?’ she muses. She could almost see it now, him and her side by side walking by the Seine, sitting in a park, or atop a carriage bound for all parts of France. It’s a beautiful vision, and the best part is that he is at her side, not just far away. 

Eponine shakes herself awake even as she hears Enjolras begin to snore softly. “Maybe someday,’ she dares to whisper. As fragile as this hope is, it never hurt anyone to reach a little further. 

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Enjonine one and the landlord one :)

His landlord is a sexist pig who deserves to be locked up. If there were any cops in the city still willing to talk to him, he would have addressed the issue a long time ago. But alas, protesting the corruption on the force doesn’t exactly make him (m)any friends. 

So he fights this fight alone. Not even the women he’s sticking up for seem to appreciate it. Which does make him question himself briefly, but then he realizes that injustice must be fought in all forms, shapes, and sizes. That’s what he stands for - he has to help. 

Which is what leads him to his current eviction. 

And to the woman currently getting in his face. 

“I am actually going to kill you,” she threatens, and even though she’s a tiny, skinny little thing, he thinks she could actually do it. “You got me evicted you asshole!” 

Dark, skinny, and completely fucking terrifying, Eponine from 3C is ready to verbally eviscerate him. Normally he would protest that the asshole landlord did the evicting, but this time he has the feeling that any sort of rebuttal would lead to the aforementioned killing. He really does not want to die. He has barely graduated law school. 

“I do apologize, miss Eponine,” he really tries to make her calm down at least a little. “I hope you haven’t been too greatly inconvenienced.” 

Judging by the look of steel in her eyes, he has said the wrong thing yet again. 

“You made me homeless, you moron,” her fists are clenched at her sides. “I just have some furniture and a suitcase of clothes. And I’m broke. This is all your fault!” 

Oh. Clearly he missed something. Sure, he is technically homeless too, but he has friends and wealthy parents who would happily pay someone to get him a new apartment. He can couch surf for a while, and he’s got a nice-sized trust fund he can fall back on if there really are no other options. 

Of course most people don’t have that luxury. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, scratching at the skin over his left eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you’d be - I’m sorry. I’ll fix it. I’ll… Let me find you a place to crash.” 

Marius’ girlfriend might have a room, or a couch, or she might know someone. He doesn’t want to subject Eponine to whatever is going on with Chetta, Joly, and Bossuet. That’s just… No. He doesn’t really have a lot of female acquaintances - they can be.. distracting. 

“Creep,” Eponine raises her fists, ready to fight her way out. 

“I mean,” he is once again without his usual eloquence, “I just - I need to make things right. I can try to get the landlord arrested, but that will take a while. I just… I need to help you.” 

Somehow this is how he ends up with a roommate. She leaves dirty laundry everywhere and always forgets to look the bathroom door when she’s showering, but at least she’s a decent cook - and she doesn’t snore nearly as much as Combeferre.