#lea miserables

[bobbybabyrobertdarling]

go forth my transgender asexual gay son

[maetyy]

so i’m rereading the brick and-

[groff-me-up]

Queen Victoria VS Cosette

[sunavaire]

grand R scribble

[silencefellagain]

So I’m mostly just wondering what people think of this? It’s an AU I’m working on and I’ve written a bit of an opening, and then a summery of the ideas at the bottom. Would anyone be interested in reading if I wrote more? I’m really interested to know what people think of it.

He’d always expected it to hurt. Dying was peaceful, that was what his mother told him after his father passed, and yes, to die in ones sleep as Monsuier Enjolras had likely was, however getting torn torn by bullets definitely should not have been. He took Grantaire’s hand to strengthen his resolve, feeling genuine appreciation for the cynical young man for the first time, and braced himself, but he found that as much as he should have been in agony, all he felt was a cold, quickly trickling from the site of the first wound through to his extremities. His vision failed, a blinding white bleeding in and blocking everything from his view. It was as nothing he’d ever seen before in his life.

“Enjolras?”

That blonde became aware that the brilliant white light- which was now dulling significantly- was being filtered through his eyelids. Strange. He didn’t remember closing his eyes. He opened them, with none of the usual struggle of keeping them open he usually felt when waking up, and none of the residual tiredness which he was used to either. He felt fresh and warm and comfortable, feeling soft fabric against his skin and, critically, none of the sticky blood which had coated him before.

He found that he was standing in a bright white, circular room, which, absurdly, made him feel as though he was in the turret of a castle, surrounded by light so bright that they seemed like stars to the revolutionary, and, even more absurdly, ghosts. The rest of the ABC seemed to have been in he windowless room for longer than him, based on the fact that they seemed to have settled, with Prouvaire, having been there the longest, seeming to have even found a pen, though not of any kind he’d seen before- rather a thick marker which wrote smoothly onto the otherwise unmarked white floor in a vibrant purple colour without the need for ink. He wondered briefly if it had been hidden within one of the pockets of that ridiculous coat of theirs, which was bleached white like everything else in the room by the relentless lights, since he could see no other place it could have come from, before his attention was caught by a hand on his back.

“You’re here,” Combeferre’s rather solemn voice rang out, echoing against the high celling. “I had hoped-” he stopped. Combeferre was not a man typically interrupted in the middle of his point, and yet even he was stopped for the disembodied voice ringing out through the chamber, drawing all bewildered eyes to search the room for its source.

“You’re all here.” The strange voice announced simply, a high, decidedly feminine tone to it. It was a statement, requiring no answer, and when Gavroche attempted to give a rather sarcastic one Eponine was quick to shush him, not knowing what the threat level was. “And ready to move on, I suppose, or at least many of you are. Six of you can go, five are waiting.”

It fell silent again, leaving the room’s inhabitants in shocked silence. Eventually whoever’s voice it was sounded again. “You ask no questions.” Another statement, with no opportunity to reply. “You’re linked. Do not worry, I shall not allow you to be separated. When you go, you will each go to he same time. You will be needed there.”

The AU:

• The room that the amis are in is a kind of purgatory state. From there they can choose where they will be reborn. In this case it will take them to 2017. They won’t retain memories of the room, or of their other lives other than in dreams. The room exists outside of time, and the lights can act as projectors to show them scenes from other lives they have forgotten.

• People’s souls are linked. It’s not always romantic, and the bond is formed by an extraordinary act in one of their lives. They cannot be reborn until both (or all, in some cases) have passed on. The purgatory acts as a waiting place for those waiting for their partners. • Bossuet, Joly and Musichetta were bonded in 1916 on board the Britannic. Bossuet was a sailor unlucky enough to be injured as water flooded into the ship. Joly was one of the doctors on board, and when he was called to a lifeboat he refused and insisted on remaining on deck to treat his patient. That decision saved both of their lives, since Joly was able to stop Bossuet’s bleeding, and the boat which Joly was supposed to be in was one of those shredded by the propellor of the boat. Musichetta lived on the coast of Greece and after the boat sank she took her fathers fishing boat out (not necessarily with his permission) to look for survivors. She pulled Joly and Bossuet out of the water and got them to shore. The three of them never saw each other again after that night, but they never ever forgot one another either. You

• Grantaire’s willingness to die for Enjolras entwined their souls for eternity. They can move on right away, since they died so close and don’t need to wait for one another.

• Bahorel’s family were quarantined during the Black Death. His parents had each member assessed and managed to get papers for their youngest two sons proving they were healthy and allowing them to escape the outskirts of the city away from the epidemic. When Bahorel’s brother fell sick before they could escape the city he gave the papers to a laborer on their farm. His choice saved Feuilly’s life, and on top of that he was given the position by the papers of Bahorel’s brother. After the epidemic they returned, and since all of his older brothers had perished in the epidemic Bahorel inherited his father’s land, which he shared with his adopted brother figure. The life that they built together after that was strong enough to fuse their souls. Like Grantaire and Enjolras they can move on immediately.

• Jehan and Montparnasse only meet once before their bond is formed. It was the early 1970s, and they met, spoke and flirted, with Montparnasse even managing to charm a chance of a second meeting out of the student, on the promise that he’d buy her a drink. The next time he saw her he was too late to save her. He’d seen people dead before, and he’d even left a few corpses behind himself, but seeing the aftermath of the transphobic attack stirred something inside of him. He tracked down the group who’d killed her, and, after his own death, the found her waiting to finally get that drink.

• Combeferre and Marius have no bond to each other, but they share one to Courfeyrac. His willingness to take Marius in no matter what in cannon is what binds him to Marius, where for Combeferre the bond was formed during the Second World War.

• Valjean saves Cosette from the Thenardier’s, and she saves him from his own guilt. Their souls remember each other, but they’re not partners. Instead Cosette is finally given a chance to know her mother, and Valjean is reunited with the Bishop who gave him a chance at a real life.

• Eponine and Gavroche cannot pinpoint a single moment when they were linked, rather lifetimes of looking after one another both with and without the other’s knowledge have left their lives intertwined. They always appear as siblings, even then their other siblings are not present.

At the moment I’m not sure whether it’s going to be a single long one shot about them trying to find each other to move on, or if it’s going to be a series of intertwined one shotish chapters focusing on how each pair were linked and how they then find each other in the modern day, but either way I’d really like to know whether it’s something anyone would be interested in reading?

(Edit: I’m really sorry about the length of this but I couldn’t seem to get the read more thing to work)

[theblazeofmemory]

Modern era - Reincarnation au

The morning of June fifth always came with some level of anticipation. Even before any of them could remember, it hovered around the date, just below the surface. Things would get worse as the night went on until it faded away at dawn. It hurt more for some than others, but they all learned to deal with it.

Once they regained their memories from their previous lives, the aches and stabs of phantom wounds made more sense. Each of the Amis suffered quietly, though they naturally gravitated toward each other. Whether it was for comfort or security or some sense of belonging, they all found their way to each other over the course of the day, at the spot where the Corinthe used to stand or holed up in one of their apartments. They had each other, and that was the important part.

Bahorel was the one who came up with the idea of having a party. It made sense: they were all there already, and it was a momentous (though currently solemn) occasion. Grantaire, Bossuet, and Joly were more than in favor of livening things up instead of hiding from something unavoidable; Jehan greatly wished for a distraction from that gnawing, lonely feeling in their chest; Combeferre was fine with it as long as he didn’t have to work in the morning.

True to form, Bahorel decked out his apartment with every detail he could remember. Red banners and tricolor everything, little plastic rifles stuck into cupcakes, food and drink and a cake with a tiny barricade on top from the bakery Feuilly worked at. He made sure everyone would be okay with all the details before he actually spent money so he wouldn’t accidentally make it worse for anyone.

Enjolras was apprehensive about the whole thing because his pain always came with guilt, but the first party night was honestly the best anniversary he had had in a very long time. There were still moments that hurt, but everyone moved through the pain better than when they ever had before.

It became a kind of tradition. Locations would change, but they would all meet to eat and drink, sing, watch movies, whatever. It helped.

Marius brought Eponine and Cosette the second year. They all cuddled up on the couch together, but Ponine didn’t cry nearly as much that year.

Jehan started dating Montparnasse, and the two of them were inseparable, so of course they brought him along. He kept to himself mostly, ate anything he was handed and only refused champagne. Just after sundown, he had to help Jehan out onto the balcony to see the stars. That became his duty from that moment on.

Montparnasse asked, very seriously, if he could bring Claquesous one year. He and Enjolras nearly came to blows about it. Sous was eventually allowed to come, though he mostly just stole some snacks and sat outside to text Gueulemer. He doesn’t come every year, but he has an invitation.

June fifth would never be anyone’s favorite day, but being together and trying their best to make it fun certainly helped.

[foo-ee]

your can't sit with us

[beautyinsteadofashes]

The amount that Davies' Valjean, Fantine and barricade sequence look like Hopper's is really pissing me off because he claimed he was being more original, more book accurate, that he hated the musical, it'll make it more boring and less original and inspiring, it'll be distracting, it won't live up to the brilliant Hooper's Amis AND HONESTLY HATHAWAY AND JACKMAN ARE MY TWO LEAST FAVORITE INTERPRETATIONS OF THOSE CHARACTERS SO OF ALL PEOPLE WHY THEM?!