#combeferrexeponine

[buttergolem]

Eponine: Hey guys, you want a tarot reading?

Combeferre: These are Pokemon cards.

Eponine: You get a Bidoof. It means fuck you.

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Titanic II: A Life About to Start When Tomorrow Comes

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7061281/chapters/16052542

The Sequel in progress to “Titanic: Lost in the Valley of the Night”

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The Musical version of Les Miserables told from Combeferre’s POV. 

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author: reginalds

words: 11,498

pairings: enjolras/grantaire, combeferre/eponine

summary:

'“Hello, sunshine,” Grantaire says, and throws his arms wide. “Of all the coffee shops in all the towns in the world, he walks into mine.”

“I’m pretty sure the Musain is Musichetta’s,” Enjolras says, and then, “Don’t call me sunshine.”'

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author: flybbfly

words: 1182

pairings: combeferre/eponine

summary:

'She catches a glimpse at what he's doing: his phone screen shows code, but Eponine can't get a close enough look at it to know exactly what. ABC work, she assumes, and lights her cigarette.

She half-expects Combeferre to say something about it—med school made Joly annoying about her smoking—but he doesn't. Instead, he puts his phone in his front pocket and looks at her."

Eponine is tired of playing games. Combeferre wouldn't even know where to start.'

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author: the_sky_is_forever

words: 3147

pairings: combeferre/eponine, enjolras/grantaire, courfeyrac/jehan, cosette/marius, joly/bossuet/musichetta

summary:

"Éponine and Combeferre are getting married. They've never been more in love."

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author: BarricadeKitten

words: 2370

pairings: combeferre/eponine, enjolras/grantaire

summary:

"In which Combeferre is tired, Éponine is good at solving problems, and Grantaire has no idea what to get his boyfriend for Christmas."

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author: endofnight

words: 2892

pairings: enjolras/grantaire, joly/bossuet/musichetta, slight combeferre/eponine

summary:

'“It’s not like Christmas just…happens, Enjolras. I have to finish Christmas shopping…have you finished yours? I don’t even know what we’re getting your father…I have to go grocery shopping, finish wrapping gifts, finish decorating, cook—“ He cut himself off when Enjolras cupped his face with warm hands.

“It will be fine. I will be home on Sunday morning. Ok?” Grantaire studied his face and his startlingly blue eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Besides, I don’t think the weather is supposed to be bad at all.”

Famous last words, Grantaire thought sourly, two nights later from his perch on the couch.'