imagine montparnasse finding eponine's dead body after the barricade and getting gueulemer to help him, the giant picking up the corpse as delicately as if she were a paper flower and then montparnasse's eyes alight on gavroche and he has to try very hard to pretend not to cry as he points to the small child, and gue goes to pick up gavroche as well, and then they both hear a muffled sobbing and they turn around to see babet sobbing his eyes out over claquesous' corpse
drabble i might continue?? you should tell me if you want more
title: crisis averted
muse: the phoenix by fob
warnings: drugs (just weed), language, nothing you wouldn't expect if you've read any teenage wasteland 'verse before
Claquesous thinks it’s all fucking stupid.
He sees it coming the third time, and Babet gets into his car at six the next morning only to find Sous dozing in the passenger seat.
“Jesus fucking—what are you doing here?” Babet sounds exhausted, and Claquesous doesn’t think he wants him driving.
“I’m coming with you,” Sous shrugs.
“No you’re not,” Babet snorts.
“Nah. But you’re not going anywhere.”
“Fuck you,” Babet says, and slams the door shut behind him. He makes no move to start the car, and Claquesous smirks. His job is done. He could walk away right now and Babet would still be here tomorrow. But he wants to go driving, so he doesn’t.
“I’m bored,” Sous says after a moment, which is code for “Let’s make out or smoke.”
Babet lets out a barely audible sigh. It’s profoundly annoyed but not unhappy. “Fuck you.”
Claquesous leans over the armrest into his space. “Come on,” he murmurs, just short of a whine. Babet turns away irritably and Sous bites his jaw equally irritably.
“I hate you,” Babet says, but allows Claquesous to bite him again, this time licking thoughtfully over the bite.
“Come on,” he says again. “Let’s get stoned and suck each other off and go get Taco Bell.”
Babet has to admit, that sounds appealing. But he’s still pissy because he’s been entirely dissuaded from leaving with embarrassing ease, so he shoves Claquesous in the chest.
Claquesous sighs and retreats into his personal space, which Babet pouts about until he realizes Sous is digging around in his pockets for a joint. Babet hands him a lighter and starts the car. “Taco Bell, is it?”
au where babet's tattoo didnt show up when he married his wife so he just believed that soulmates weren't real until claquesous almost hit him with his car and suddenly on his side he had 'MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS OR GET OUT OF THE GODDAMNED STREET' and he realised he was a goner
