#eppiferre

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LEGO: The Alamo (Les Miserables of 1836)

Some of you may remember an older, earlier version of the Siege of Alamo. This is the same story, just with additional scenes, running out to be a full lengt...

For all the #LesAmis fans out there, here is the story of the barricade, but told through the perspective of the defenders of the Alamo. 

Davy Crockett is Courfeyrac. Colonel Travis is Enjolras. Jim Bowie is Grantaire.

Captain Dickinson and his wife Susanna are Combeferre and Eponine because I ship them. 

[theonewhowrites]

eponine./combeferre for the otp one

who wakes the other one up with kisses

Combeferre, but it's a futile attempt because he wakes up early to go jogging and tries to tell Eponine before he leaves and she pushes his face away because early.

who cooks for who

They cook together, like every night. Eponine has a night shift the bar and Combeferre works at a bookstore in the afternoon, so they spend time together making actually delicious meals.

who is the morning person/night person

Combeferre is a morning person and Eponine is a "whenever I'm awake and rested" kind of person.

who is the romantic one

They're both grossly romantic. Eponine is a little sappier though, she still has the napkin Combeferre wrote his number on and had it framed when they moved in together. Everyone teases her about it.

who is the top when it comes to sex

Eponine. But they prefer shower sex.

who would lead in ballroom dancing

Ferre, because Eponine is a proper princess when it comes to dancing and wants to be lead.

who is the more cuddly one

They're both cuddly. They cuddle on the couch after dinner every single night.

who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch

Eponine, she has very intense opinions about movies and Ferre just goes with it.

who is the one who would pay for dates

Eponine. She loves to be wined and dined.

who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes

Eponine, but Combeferre would not argue it.

[justabitofenj]

Eponine/Combeferre, summer camp

Combeferre was engrossed in detailing how to properly shoot a bow and arrow to the hordes of ten year olds that surrounded him, as Eponine watched with amusement from the sidelines. Arms crossed over her chest, she smirked when Gavroche got over excited and Combeferre calmly took the arrow he was holding away from him and went on with his demonstration. And when Combeferre finally actually shot the thing and easily got a bull’s-eye, he looked up at her expectantly—Eponine could see the need for approval, so foreign to his face—and she began to clap mockingly, but her smile was genuine—Combeferre ducked his head in embarrassment and went back to his lesson, glancing in her direction every few minutes with a small smile on his face. 

[justabitofenj]

Ep/Ferre, gentle peck

When he confessed his love to her, Eponine just stared at Combeferre, blinked once, shrugged, and asked “What does that matter?” before backing away slowly, as if she were a cat who had just been cornered.

Combeferre was motionless for a few minutes, watching her, confusion and hurt clouding his mind, until he realized what she was actually afraid of—not him, but of being tied down and kept captive by someone’s emotions. He recalled her earlier words, from when they had first met, right after he had moved into the apartment, even before she had started coming to their meetings. That first night, she had declared she would never allow anyone to “keep her in a cage”. So, at the moment anyway, it was not him she was rejecting outright, just the idea of love in general—that Combeferre could work with and it gave him hope, that this strange, feisty, young girl, might just love him in return one day.

Weeks later, after days and hours and minutes spent in each other’s presence, growing closer, Combeferre being very, very careful to show Eponine that he in no way shape or form intended to restrain her with his love, Eponine was still brushing him off every time he even so much as hinted how he felt. And he just knew she felt something for him. He caught her sneaking glances in his direction all the time. She would hold his hand for far longer than was necessary for strictly friends whenever they watched movies or tv together. And she spent more time with him than anyone else she knew, but she was still just scared of being in love for some reason that he could no longer comprehend.

It reached a boiling point one hot summer day, when they were sprawled out on Eponine’s couch, fans aimed at them from every direction, in a futile attempt to stay cool. Combeferre glanced over at Eponine and between her heat flushed cheeks and hair slowly frizzing in the humidity, he all of a sudden was leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

He froze when he realized what he had just done and made to pull away as quickly as he could, but Eponine circled her hand around his wrist and stopped him. She slowly turned and faced him, so their noses brushed and then they were kissing in earnest, forgetting about the heat in their desperate attempts to get closer to one another, months of repressed feelings being poured into their embrace.

[rouge-la-flamme-de-la-colere]

if eponine was english she'd have a really really cockney accent 

and because the amis are all posh well-educated university chaps they'd really clash whenever they talked to each other.

Combeferre would try to engage her in a conversation like 'are you aware of the works of Proust?' 

and she'd be like 'I fink so, what one woz 'e again?' 

[theonewhowrites]

*whispers* eponine/combeferre in a silver linnings playbook au what

[theonewhowrites]

dbdbdbdbdbdbd asked you: Omg ok 14, eponine, combeferre :D

I've never wrote Eppiferre BUT LET'S FUCKING DO THIS

14. Smile

She's not felt good since her last phone call from Azelma, he noticed. She's been quiet and slow and she goes to sleep way too early for usual. She's also not told him what happened, which really bothers him because if it was really bad, she would tell him, ranting about how to fix it and what's gone wrong. She's just quiet now, and Combeferre doesn't know what to do.

He gets out of class early and it's her day off work, so he figures he'll make her a nice dinner and try talking to her. Her favourite meal is pancakes and he has Courfeyrac on standby for if (when) he screws up the recipe. He can cook most things, he just sucks at not burning or undercooking pancakes.

"Ep? I'm home," he calls out when he opens the door. She's not on the couch like he suspects her to be and the TV's not on so he's quickly worried. He deposits the bags on the kitchen table and goes into their bedroom, where he's relieved to see her raven hair poking out from the covers. "There you are," he sighs. He hears her sniffle though, and suddenly he's back to feeling worry. "Ep?"

He walks around and she has her face barely sticking out of the covers but the tip of her nose is red and her eyes are just a little bloodshot. He kneels down in front of her and puts his hand on her shoulder and rubs it soothingly, begging her to not hide from him. "Eponine, what's wrong?" he asks and she coughs to clear her throat.

"It's fucking stupid," she chides and rubs her eyes quickly. "Sorry, it's just--" she stops mid sentence and she looks like she's about to all-out sob.

Combeferre is suddenly kicking off his boots and crawling into bed and under the covers and holding Eponine tightly in his arms and shushing her because, shit, they've been together for six months and he's never seen her like this. He's seen her cry and he's seen her scream, but he's never seen her just sad before and it really makes him worried because what the hell happened with Azelma?

He asks, but it takes her a moment before she can answer and she says, "It's really stupid. But my mom and dad they... they sold all of my old stuff. Including this old blue hat my dad bought me when I was little." She laughs, but there's no smile and a really sick strangled noise that follows. "God that's so fucking stupid. I shouldn't have expected them to keep it but--but it just kind of stings, you know? Like they really don't give a shit anymore--it's like I've finally been forgotten." She buries her face in his neck. "Sorry I'm acting like this."

"Don't," he says quickly and rubs her back. "You have every right to be. Hey, I'm sorry." He grabs her chin and gently nudges her to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry your parents are too dumb to realize you're worth remembering. Every part of you, okay? I'm sorry."

He realizes then it's been three days since he's actually seen her smile, but when she finally graces him with one, with swollen lips because she's been crying and tears glittering her cheeks, he realizes that's she absolutely stunning and he falls in love all over again, because yes, he's that kind of a cliche. She kisses him and thanks him and her smile is small but it doesn't leave and he suddenly wants to do nothing but kiss her smile and make her pancakes because yes, Eponine's smile is worth preserving.

[sootspritesprinkles]

I blame all of you. I was supposed to be finishing my Nano novel tonight, not writing Epiferre fanfiction but it helped push me over the 50k mark, so I forgive you

Title: 6 and 8 Pairing: Eponine/Combeferre Summery: Modern AU Her blush is number 8 on the list of things Combeferre likes about Eponine

May was finally here, and Jehan and Feiully had jointly decided that the best way to spend the afternoon was frolicking in the park. And because they were the friendly sort, they had convinced (read: forced) the rest of the group to come along with them.

But Muischetta had brought food, and Grantaire had parked his truck near enough to play his stereo, and Cosette had brought a blanket to spread out on the grass, and the day was warm, and there was sweet smelling breeze blowing. So Combeferre wasn't really going to complain too much.

When he was tired of listening to Bahorel and Enjolras argue, something about nationalism in competitive sports, Combeferre looked up and spotted Eponine. She was sitting in the bed of Grantaire's truck, swinging her bare feet and swaying a bit to the music, her eyes closed.

She is so beautiful. He thought, and he felt his heart speed up. Downing the rest of his beer, Combeferre stood up and walked over to her.

"Hey." He said softly, and she opened one hazel eye and nodded in greeting. "Can I sit?" he asked, and she nodded again.

He took a seat beside her, not touching but not exactly far away. Does she know how I feel about her? He thought. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail, and it curled attractively down her back. She must know. There was a half full bottle of beer dangling from her hand, and Eponine could hold her liquor, but she was a petite girl and after two or three she got a little... whimsical. 

It was number six on the list of things Combeferre liked about Eponine 

"Tell me what you're thinking right now?" She asked him suddenly, and he blinked for a moment. 

He blinked for a moment. There was no way he was going to say what he was really thinking, so he distracted her instead. "What are you thinking?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

She grinned, took a sip from her bottle and then she pointed. "I'm thinking that Courfeyrac and Jehan are like a bumblebee."

Combeferre followed her gaze to where Courfeyrac and Jehan were now dancing to the classic rock that came from Grantaire's ridiculously good speakers. Courfeyrac was twirling the taller man, and Jehan threw back his head and laughed.

"A bumblebee?" He echoed, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, like the round fuzzy ones? I read somewhere that they're impossible. Like, aerodynamically. There is no possible way something that shape should be able to fly."

"And yet it does?"

"And yet it does. And Courfeyrac and Jehan are like that. They shouldn't work together, like, at all." Eponine shrugged and took another sip. "But somehow they do."

"That's very good." Combeferre nodded. "Do you have any other bug similes?"

She chuckled. "I have other romance metaphors, I can't guarantee they'll involve insects."

"Well, what about us?" that was not what he expected to come out of his mouth, wasn't what he;d come over here to do, but he couldn't take it back now.

Her shoulders stiffened. "What about us?"

A memory flashed through his mind. A dark club, her in a red dress, Eponine matching Grantaire shot for shot, a dance, a kiss, whispered words under flashing lights, her fingers hot on his skin...

And then, nothing.

"Well, last week at the club," he trailed off awkwardly, his words deserting him in his time of need.

"Yeah." She said, pointedly not looking at him. "And then you didn't say anything. At all."

"You left before I woke up." Combeferre's words were hushed, breathless in his urgency. "I wasn't even sure if it was real or just another dream."

She was looking at him now, really looking at him, her eyes dark with flecks of gold, those eyes were on him now and Combeferre wasn't sure if it was the beer or just the presence of her, but he found himself unable to lie when she asked, "Another dream?"

"You show up in my dreams more than I'd care to admit." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Usually, you're wearing that dress too."

Eponine blushed, and Combeferre decided that her blush was number eight on the list of things he liked about her.

"Yeah see, that's embarrassing." he said, smiling at bit when she started to laugh. He liked her laugh, it was scratchy and low, and he liked it. "And now you're laughing at me. Great."

She grinned and now her hand was on his, her fingers cool from the bottle, and when he squeezed it, she didn't move away.

"So," he sighed, getting back on track. "You left.

"Yeah dingus, it's a thing I do."

"Well I wish you hadn't." he said, and she looked away in the face of his honesty. "I would've made you breakfast too."

Eponine smiled. "Oh what a gentleman you are."

"Yes, I am." Combeferre smiled back, and his brown eyes were warm and inviting.

They sat there like that for a moment, watching the shadows deepen. When the first fireflies started to appear, he spoke again.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

She blinked. "Dinner? When, now?"

"I was thinking maybe Friday? At seven?" he smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand. "I want to do this right this time."

Do this right. Eponine felt a shiver go over her skin, and it had nothing to do with the cool evening air. She swallowed. Be brave Eponine, he's only everything you ever wanted.

"Okay." she said, feigning nonchalance. It didn't really fool either of them, but Combeferre was gracious enough not to say anything. "Seven. But first," she hopped off the truck and reached out to pull him to his feet as well, that mischievous sparkle back in her eye. "First, you dance with me."

He arched an eyebrow. "Again?"

"Again."

Combeferre smiled at her. "As you wish."