#bbc!enjolras

[ceriseheaven]

when your circle small but you're all doomed by the narrative.

[stardancerluv]

A Time to Love and To Fight

Part Thirty - Four

Summary: He is ready for his end, yet memories of you visit and hold onto him.

Warnings/Notes: Angst, memories. Trudon a candle holder that could be carried or used in different locations when needed. Was a sign of wealth to have one during the French Revolution.

Wow, wow….I kept on writing and rewriting this and time just got away from me. And last year, there was a lot that happened. Not just falling hard for Emperor Geta, but some personal stuff that kept me away from Enjolras. I am sorry for that.

I will say this …❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback are & will always welcome! Thank you again for reading!

The coach shook violently, the wheels creaked. Sleep ripped from under him, after settling quite heavily onto him.

“Sorry sir.” The driver called out.

Blinking, awaking. “Quite alright.” He called back. Shifting, he pulled back on one of the curtains drawn on the windows of the door.

The city wasn’t far. It was always a bit rougher as the road fully left what was considered the countryside and began to be the city limits. Not that he felt he’d be around to get used to it, but he did hope it wouldn’t be of a terrible discomfort to you if you ever rode into the city. He pressed his lips together, and sat back. The curtain flapped back into place.

He felt bad that he had snuck away after he had held you close, and tight after passions embrace. He needed to know, your final memories would be of his love for you, for the child you two will have. He did not wish you to feel the anguish of saying goodbye, or having the sight of him rolling off in the carriage. Surely, that would have brought about some heartbreak, that he did not wish to make any sharper or harder than it had to be.

After shaving by the flickering light of the candle, in the trudon and splashed on his face the aftershave on, he had snuck a final glance. Nestled in the warm of sleep, you had reached out and now held his pillow. How he wished he could toss asunder the story of the royalist solider and just stay here with you and the child, that would surely be here like sun at dawn, one day soon but he could not. It would be shameful. He took a life, now he had to do what was right, and true.

As the carriage, continued to roll over the dirt and rocks, strewn branch on the road, his mind still whirled with disjointed memories. He could still smell the saw dust that littered the warehouse floors. At night, that place was theirs. Plans were forged, toasts were made and memories had been carved into all their hearts, fueling their fiery drive to do right by France.

But one dark, cold night you had stumbled inside, with soft eyes and soft blue silken scarf. The strands of your lives would be twined together.

The bark of the mighty willow, was unforgiving his first visit, as if it was testing his feelings for you. But no discomfort could keep him from you. And once, he felt your soft, warm form ease against him, he knew he’d never want to let go. The soft perfumed strands of your hair would tickle his nose.

The fire he saw ignite in your eyes with wine, warming your belly as one who was overly familiar with him, caused you to react to what you had only shown him with a soft smile or gentle blush, was strong and powerful. You could be and would be strong for the love you would go on to share.

He bit down on his lip at that. You are strong, you would continue to be without him. You’d raise their child right; there would be love and enjoyment of life. He knew his mother would make sure you and the baby would never have a need or a want go unattended to.

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He laid the dueling swords, on the narrow cot, to call it a bed was not even a poetic lie. But he was not there to ruffle the feathers of the innkeeper, he had been a kind man ever since he had discovered this establishment.

That beast from the royal army, had been accept his offer with the swords.

A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts, with narrow eyes he glanced back at the door and then back at the swords and covered them. Another knock filled the small space. He did not wish for idle speak with innkeeper or his wife for that matter. They should be pleased, he is spending more than his usual frivolities.

He absently, fiddled with a button on his coat before he opened the door, annoyance prickled him. No one here had reason to be knocking.

“I see you made it.” Bellamy, greeted loudly, his face already flushed with a wine, he must have had a few sips on.

He rose an eyebrow. “You couldn’t have waited till I came back down?”

A shadow fell over the man’s fleshy face. “I do believe, the solider is already here. And the bar maid has already draped herself over him more than once.”

“She told me, he only arrived later into the night.”

His old friend shrugged. “Perhaps, she tipped him off perhaps he is getting ready to depart. We should let him.”

“I never evaded, I have never ran.”

“Right. But you also never had one who captured your heart, had a child that will have your heart’s beauty and your stubborn will.”

“Yes. But Lachesis gave me her, gave me this chance. She is aware of my honor. I could not honor that love if I were to run.”

“She had better have seen this in the thread, that spun from you and has been just and right with entwining you with another.”

“As I am grateful for this chance, this dream. I do hope you are right.”

The creaking for the wooden steps were sharper, louder. Each step echoed in his ears, as he entered the open area of the bar. Stale air swirled and his stomach churned.

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[russianblush]

JOSEPH QUINN as ENJOLRAS

— BBC's Les Miserables (2018)

[hellfiremunsonn]

Tell me this isn’t Enjolras core…

[dis-astre]

hi to the new people in the les mis fandom joining bc of joseph quinn, it is lovely to have u all with us and u are more than welcome, however u should know that bbc enjolras (and the whole bbc adaptation) is nowhere close to the original character and everything he represent.

while joseph quinn did a really good job at acting enjolras, the way the writers wrote his character was bad and out of character. obviously, and it's normal, an adaptation will always have its own interpretation of a character, and that's what's make fiction so great. but i think u need to be aware of the fact that it's not a good representation of what enjolras' character is and what his character has been representing for over 150 years (i could go into details and maybe will but it's late and i'm working early tomorrow).

i also wanted to say, as a reminder that, while it's completely fine to simp for enjolras (no one is immune to him, whether he's played by aaron tveit, joseph quinn or anyone else) and find him hot (because he IS hot or because he's played by joseph quinn, again, i get it; i don't find moustachjolras hot but damn that man is find irl), u need to be aware that enjolras is a queer character. it's stated multiple times that he has no interest in women, never has and never will. his character has been an important representation for the queer community, him being compared to a lot of gay historical figures (and i'm not going to start with the enjoltaire); but also for the aromantic and asexual community and trans community. his character is very likely to be aroace; and victor hugo describe him as being very androgynous looking, looking like a young woman. and while i don't want to talk on behalf of the trans community, i've seen a lot of post and fanfictions headcanoning him as trans, and i think it's very important to have that kind of representation in such an important piece of classical literature.

so please, be aware that the y/n fanfic and nswf y/n fanfic with female character x enjolras can be really disturbing, especially for people who have been in the fandom for a long time and are really looking up to his character and kinning him. don't just reduce him to hot-man-u-wanna-do-the-dirty-with when his character carries so much importance and has for decades. and i promise, caring about a character's whole essence and personality doesn't make them any less interesting or hot (quite the contrary actually).

also, let's not forget how we collectively hated on the casting choice when it first came out and i find it a bit odd to suddenly change our mind just bc it's the same actor who plays eddie munson. i personally think we were right to complain, bc it WAS a bad casting choice considering all the physical description of enjolras we had (and yes, in les mis, his physical appearance matters of lot).

we are not trying to gatekeep our fandom. on the contrary, i think it's really pretty fucking cool to have new people finding an interest in a 160yo book ! and for me, u guys are more than welcome to join our sad silly little fandom. but we just want u to be aware of all of this (and maybe some other issues that do not cross my mind rn) and be educated so we can all be drama free.

ok i'm done now, sorry for the long post, welcome again to the fandom, and if u decide to stay be ready for the tears and the pain caused by mr victor hugo ! bye bye, with love, a little french fan

[ghoulsgraveyard]

i want to fuck enjolras because hes hot. youre right, i dont fully appreciate his character, i just think hes sexy. "his true love is the revolution" he is not real, i am going to fuck him and you cannot stop me.

gatekeep all you want, you will not change me.

[ceriseheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/ceriseheaven/770045594047840256/needthat?source=share

Can you do this with other Joseph's characters. Please please please please please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

yep 🤭

[ceriseheaven]

𐙚 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

~ your life shifts after meeting a stranger ~ smut

~ riding his thigh ~ smut

~ one last time ~ smut

~ random headcanons ~

~ tying your hands with his scarf ~ smut

~ rebelling out ~ smut

~ breathe in, breathe out ~ smut

~ fate or design...? series ~

𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝜚

this list will be updated as i write which can & most likely will be super slow because my life is pretty hectic but i'll try to write whenever and as well as i can <3 thank your for your time and i hope you enjoy my silly little writings! ps: i only write fem!reader