#bosseut

[livingfungicorpse]

Drawing all the Les Amis in my style to try and get rid of same face syndrome<3

I'm pretty happy how these turned out.

[forgetyouryellowbird]

Sketchbook spreads with mostly my Les Mis art

Just don’t mind the page with the drawings of me and my friends as Monty python characters LOL

[asexual-juliet]

the barricade boys and how many things i know about them

(i have performed in one production of les mis and read a good not-quite regrettable amount of fic)

Enjolras - pretty boy.... pretty boy..... - played by a very pretty boy in my production. i have a big dumb crush on him. - a slut for revolution - gets compared to apollo a lot. y’all saw one pretty blond boy and knew exactly the comparison that would make everyone go fucking buckwild.

Grantaire - literally died holding enjolras’ hand, fuck me UP - grantaire put the bottle down - is drunk like 98% of the time - is ugly - doesn’t give a shit about revolution, just thinks enjolras is pretty (he’s right)

Marius - soft boy - certified dumbass - a simp for cosette - he likes napoleon maybe and the rest of the boys are not fans of that

Gavroche - baby boy!! that’s baby.... that’s.... that’s baby..... baby boy. baby baby boy - i can’t fucking believe he died

Combeferre - oh boy here’s where i start not knowing who they are - uhhh he’s a doctor maybe?? - he has a solo right after eponine dies - he might be best friends with courfeyrac and enjolras and they might be called  “the triumvirate” but that might just be something you motherfuckers made up in like 2013 - he has glasses

Courfeyrac - gets shot in the shoulder like a dumbass - i only know that because in my production i was assigned to bandage his wounds and kid playing courfeyrac was not working with me - not to be a salty bitch but i deserved this part i think - i think people ship him with combeferre. idk but if they do it’s cause their names sound the same - he, combeferre, and enjolras are roommates in a shit-ton of modern au fics

Feuilly - has a big-ass solo in do you hear the people sing - has the best line in the entire fucking song (”the blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of france”) - has the first line in drink with me - says “SNIPERS!!” when the snipers shoot - idk my little brother played feuilly and i spent most of the time he did being a jealous little bitch

Jean Prouvaire - until like five minutes ago i thought he and jehan were different people but i was looking up the names of the barricade boys because i didn’t think i could name them all. turns out he just has two names.

Lesgles - has three lines - doesn’t do shit

Bosseut - is either named bosseut or bossuet but i don’t really care which one - has a mistress named musichetta. i only knew this because yesterday i was finally like “ok who the fuck is musichetta” and i googled her.

Joly - he might be a doctor too??? - musichetta is his mistress too and so everyone said poly rights and decided to ship bosseut/musichetta/joly

Bahorel - who the fuck is bahorel

[thebeatingofyourheart]

Summer Les Amis headcanons (that no one asked for)

Enjolras burns but hates sunblock so the first nice day of the year, he’ll go out with the others but turn as red as his famous hoodie

Grantaire proceeds to tease him mercilessly until he realizes Enjolras also get freckles. At that point, he stops talking and needs to lie down

Joly is the Mom Friend™️ and always has sunblock, water, towels, first aid kits, anti-itch cream, etc

Bosseut broke his leg the first week and he couldn't go swimming but he happily participated in sand castle competitions

Combeferre loves the lightning bugs that come out in the summer and always takes pictures and names them

Courfeyrac is the KING of water gun fights much to everyone's dismay

Bahorel and Feuilly always start a friendly game of volleyball and then they both get really competitive in the end

Jehan makes personalized tie-dyed towels every year

They all go down the shore together and chip in for a tiny shack by the water and most of them end up sleeping on each other and with ;)

[les-mis-meme-team]

Les amis and co as things I/my friends have said

Enjolras: “You’re the most topish bottom here”

Grantaire: “There used to be a CCs Pizza over there but then it closed down because God isn’t real”

Combeferre: “Her raw chaotic energy sometimes overrides her mom energy , but she’s generally in that zone”

Courferyac: “I’ve come to realize that my style ranges between fuckboy and 50 year old dad

Feuilly: “I didn’t invite you on my ass. Consent is key.”

Bahorel: “I took a nap so I had a lot of energy, but it was also crackhead energy”

Jehan: “I’m always a slut for the industrial revolution”

Joly: *has long discussion about ass cancer*

Bossuet: “Bold of you to assume it would only take me 7 seconds to fall”

Marius: “Did you listen to Niall Horan’s new song?” “Is he one of the Beatles?”

Cosette: “Teenage boys just need their balls cut off”

Eponine: “Doesn’t everyone have a hand fetish?” “I think that’s just lesbians”

Musichetta: “Give me 10 minutes and a big stick and I’ll fix your man”

Gavroche: “Grammar doesn’t matter when you’re a gangsta”

Montparnasse: “Good afternoon corpses”

[enjol--taire]

yeet

[incorrectly-quoted-les-mis]

Bossuet: We need to think, how do we usually get out of these messes?

Grantaire: We don’t. We just make a bigger one that cancels the first one out.

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Misconceptions

Pairing: Courfeyrac x Reader

Summary: The reader is Enjolras’ sister and the rest of Les Amis look on her as another sister to the group but Courfeyrac always acts oddly around her

Requested: Yes! By the same lovely anon!

“I’m just saying, you’re an awful influence on my sister! The two of you, actually,“ Enjolras says to Bahorel and his boyfriend, Grantaire as I take a sip from the bottle of wine that Grantaire had given me earlier that evening.

“I don’t know what you mean,“ they say together, both of them sounding outraged.

“Grantaire, you’re going to turn her into an alcoholic,“ he says, scowling at the guy who shakes his head.

“No chance of that, she’s your sister, right?“

“But we don’t encourage it, even if it doesn’t happen!“ Enjolras exclaims and Grantaire just shrugs.

“I can’t see your point but I’ll nod, because it makes you easier to bear,“ Grantaire informs my brother, patting him on his head.

“And what about you, Bahorel?“ Enjolras asks, facing the man who feigns an insulted look.

“Moi?“ The response makes Joly laugh into his pipe and Grantaire chuckles at the reaction.

“You taught her how to fire a gun!“ Enjolras says, throwing his hands up in the air, which makes me laugh. “You taught her how to fight!” 

Bahorel just rolls his eyes at my brother. “Oh, okay, I see how it is. She can fight in a revolution but she can’t learn basic self-defence!” Bahorel shouts. “Yes! That makes perfect sense!” He claps sarcastically and everyone laughs. 

“You’re ridiculous, Bahorel!” Enjolras groans. “You’re on my side right?” He asks, turning to face Combeferre, Feuilly and Courfeyrac.

“Sure,“ Feuilly says as Combeferre nods but Courfeyrac just shrugs and turns away from the conversation.

Enjolras and I walk into the back room of the Musain together, me with a basket filled with sewing tools and half-finished rosettes. When we enter everyone is already there, waiting on us and they all turn to look at my brother and I.

“Sorry we’re late. Y/N had to pick up some more fabric,“ 

“For the rosettes that you asked me to make,“ I point out and Enjolras just shoves me, shooting me a smile.

I smile back and take a seat between Bahorel and Courfeyrac.

“Hey,“ I greet them both and Bahorel responds with his usual happy ‘good afternoon‘, whereas Courfeyrac just gives me a stiff nod and stands up, walking over to Combeferre and engaging him in conversation. Combeferre shoots me a confused look over his head and I just shrug and look down at my lap, a slight frown on my face.

I pick up my sewing needle and sigh, threading it a little sadly.

“Wanna hand?“ Feuilly asks, sitting down in the seat that Courfeyrac had just vacated.

“Do you know how to sew?“ I ask, the corner of my mouth tugging up into a slight smile.

“I mean how hard can it be?“ He asks, picking up one of the half-sewn rosettes. I cock an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “You look a lot like your brother like that,” he informs me with a cheeky smile.

“Feuilly and I can just help cut up the fabric,“ Bahorel cuts in, taking the ream of deep blue fabric from my basket along with a sharp pair of scissors. 

“Yeah, that’s probably safer for everyone,“ I agree, taking the rosette from Feuilly and giving him the white fabric and he sticks his tongue out at me.

Enjolras and I walk quickly down the street.

“You gotta stay safe this time, Y/N/N, the guys get seriously worried every time you come to one of these things,“ Enjolras says as we get closer to the rally.

“That’s why Bahorel taught me to fight,“ I tell him and he just sighs at me, exasperated.

“You’re annoying,“

“Runs in the family, Enji,“ 

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in ages!“ Gavroche’s little voice pipes up as he runs in front of Enjolras and I on the street.

“Gav!“ I grin and he hugs my waist. “You need a place to stay tonight? Enjolras can sleep on the floor,”

“Really?”

“Anything for our favourite little gamin,” I tell him and he grabs my hand as the three of us walk.

“Thanks for just renting out my bed, Y/N/N,”

“I didn’t rent it out. If I rented it, we’d be paid. I’m just giving it away. It’s not like you sleep anyway,” Enjolras rolls his eyes at me and seems to spot Combeferre in the crowd of people.

“Hey, Gav, you’ll look after Y/N right?” He says distractedly and Gavroche nods delightedly, pulling me by the hand through the masses of people around us. 

He finds Courfeyrac, who’s holding a wad of fliers, and starts to tug at his jacket. “Hey Gav,” he chirps, without even looking at the kid, but there’s already a grin on his face.

“Hey Courf! We can rally with you, right?“ He says, grinning up at the man.

“Ye-“ Courfeyrac turns around and cuts himself off, “Y/N,“ he says, giving me a stiff nod.

“Hi Courfeyrac,“ I reply, smiling unsurely.

“We can, right?“ Gavroche interrupts but Courfeyrac shakes his head.

“Not today, Gav, I need to hand out fliers today,“ Courfeyrac says and his face drops a little at Gavroche’s disappointed expression.

“Oh, okay,“

“C’mon, Gav, lets go and find the others,“ I say, placing my hand gently on his head.

“I saw Bahorel earlier! He wasn’t doing anything!“ And he starts running through the crowds again, dragging me along behind him.

I stretch for the book at the top shelf but my fingers can only just brush the spine before I have to fall back onto the flat of my feet. I sigh and put my hands on my hips, looking up at the book. I look down the aisle and see Courfeyrac reading a book in his hands.

I walk over tentatively and touch his shoulder. He whips around in surprise.

“Y/N?“ He questions and I smile brightly at him.

“That’s my name! Hey, I can’t reach a book, could you get it down for me?“ I ask and Courfeyrac studies my face for a moment.

“Sorry. I’m kind of busy right now,“ he tells me, holding up his book. “Go and find Ferre or Enj. They’ll help.“

“Oh... okay then,“ I say, slightly put out. I feel my shoulders slump in defeat as I trail down the isle to find the other two guys I had come to the library with.

As I was looking down at the floor, I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped into someone. I looked up into the grinning face of Bahorel.

“What are you doing here?“ I ask the guy, feeling my smile return to my face at just the sight of this brother-like figure.

“Well, I believe that you tend to come to the library to find books, or am I in the wrong place?“ He asks rhetorically and I slap his arm lightly.

“Well, since I found you, can you get a book down for me?“ I ask and he laughs.

“Aw, you’re so short,“ he coos, slinging his arm around me as I lead him towards the bookcase. “Why didn’t you just ask Courf?“ He asks, nodding towards the man who was still stood in the same place.

“I did. He said no,“ Bahorel fetches my book, a frown on his face.

“Did he give a reason?“

“Said he was busy,“

“WHY DOES HE HATE ME?“ I shout at my brother, feeling angry tears come to my eyes in frustration. The meeting had just ended and all the guys had left with the exception of Enjolras who was watching me in sympathy as I fought off tears.

“He doesn’t hate you, Y/N/N,“ Enjolras says, half standing from his seat.

“Then why does he constantly blow me off, do you notice his immediate mood change whenever I walk into a room?“ I ask him, tugging at my hair. “What did I do, Enji?“ I ask, my voice cracks and the tears slip over.

“You did nothing,“ he tells me and he strides over, hugging me tightly into his chest as I cry. He brushes the tangles out of my loose hair and rocks me backwards and forwards.

“I don’t want Courfeyrac to hate me,“ I say sniffling.

“I don’t hate you,“ I turn and look at the curly haired boy who’s standing in the doorway in a mild state of shock.

“Could’ve fooled me,“ I force a laugh at the boy who flinches a little.

“Give him a chance to speak, Y/N,“ Enjolras says, “I’ll be downstairs, okay?“ He edges past the two of us and leaves the room.

“I don’t hate you,“ Courfeyrac repeats his statement from earlier.

“Then why did you keep on blowing me off? Leaving when I sat down at tables? Refusing to take down a book? Like, c’mon, Courfeyrac, stop pretending.“ I plead, pressing a hand to my eyes in an attempt to stop my tears again.

“I just-” He stops himself from completing his sentence and runs his hand through his curly brown hair in distress. 

“You just what?“ I ask and he looks up to meet my tear-filled eyes.

“I just, I really like you, okay?“ He says and I stare at him, stricken. 

“You what?“ I whisper and he takes a tentative step forwards, giving a half smile.

“I really like you, but you’re Enjolras’ sister and I didn’t know what to do,“

“Didn’t it ever occur to you that I could like you back?“ I ask him, stepping towards him. Courfeyrac smiles a little, reaching his hand forward to wipe away a stray tear.

“Enjolras would kill me,“ he tells me and I shrug.

“When have either of us cared about what Enj thinks?“ I ask him, a smile growing on my face. He laughs and shakes his head.

“You’re ridiculous,“ he tells me, pulling me closer.

“You really couldn’t have thought of a worse way of telling me though,“ I tell him, putting my arms loosely around his waist.

“I was just scared that you’d reject me or Enjolras would kill me or both,“ Courfeyrac admits and I smile at him.

“You’re cute,“ I tell him and he leans down to kiss my nose.

Before he can go back up I tangle my hands in his curly hair and pull him down to make his lips meet mine. 

“I think you missed,“ I tell him as we pull away to breathe and he starts to chuckle at me, kissing me again.

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY AGAIN, I HAD TO REWRITE IT BECAUSE IT DELETED