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Созвездие

[Припев] Ха, созвездие девы (Что?) Я потерял себя в солнечной системе Ха, созвездие девы Я хочу остаться жить на венере (What? What? What?) Ха, созвездие девы Мне заменили мозг, мне пох*й где ты (Где) Ха, созвездие девы Созвездие девы [Куплет] Вырежи мне мозг если вспомню о ней (Я забыл) Я загонялся раньше с*ка каждый божий день Вырежи мне мозг, мой забывает обещания Я поменял правила, (Я) это…

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"I don't know what you're talking about." Enjolras denied, expression daring Combeferre to argue.

"I've known you since you were born, of course I was the one keeping an eye on you." Combeferre argued.

"You do not remember that far back, you were two."

"Now you're just being contrary."

ahhh I miss this series

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Petit Aire (Les Mis fic)

This isn't sclez-inspired Petitaire, I'm afraid! This is a like, really old thing, written as part of SNOI. And I thought why the hell not upload it. So here you go.

When Nicolas proudly presents a large, ornate, capital ‘R’ that he has drawn, on rough paper with a green crayon, his mother praises him. When he puffs out his chest and explains the joke to her – because their surname is Grantaire and doesn’t that sound like ‘Grand R’ – she laughs at him gently.

“Grand-aire?” His mother smiles, teasing. “More like Petit-aire.”

She ruffles his hair and then reaches down to tickle him, and Nicolas laughs, squirming to get away but to no avail.

“Mama! Mama, stop!” He squeals, breathless and giggling. His mother simply laughs with him, bright and happy, and continues to tickle him for a few more moments before finally releasing him. Nicolas continues to giggle on and off as he calms down.

From that point on he starts to sign himself ‘R’, and his mother calls him ‘Petit-aire’ with a smile on her face.

~~::.::~~

Grantaire comes awake slowly. He blinks up at his ceiling through the dark for a few moments and starts to tear up, his mind repeating the remembrance over and over again, replaying the smile on his mother’s face, her laugh, the teasing tone to the way she called him ‘Petit-aire’. It’s not an unhappy memory, and that makes it all the more upsetting. He brings a hand up to cover his mouth as he starts to cry, and that’s when he remembers that Enjolras is sleeping beside him, because he has to tug his arm out from where Enjolras has thrown an arm around him. Enjolras shifts slightly and makes a sleepy noise of protest, pressing closer to Grantaire’s chest. The irregular movement as Grantaire tries to cry quietly seems to wake him, and he pushes himself up and frowns in concern.

“Nightmare?” He inquires gently, because he knows that Grantaire suffers a lot of nightmares. Grantaire shakes his head. “Then why are you crying, love?”

“My mother...” Grantaire chokes out. “I miss my mother.”

It sounds pathetic to his ears – he’s 25, now, it’s been twelve years since he lost her and he’s a grown man – so he tries to hide completely behind his hand. Enjolras shifts up into a sitting position and pulls Grantaire into his lap, stroking his hair and hushing him gently.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He murmurs. His voice is soft from sleep, and Grantaire knows his eyes will still be drifting half-shut. He feels bad for waking him; sleep is precious to Enjolras, and he so often doesn’t get enough, and Grantaire feels horrible for disturbing him. “Hey, come on, love, calm down a little. Breathe for me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Grantaire sobs.

“It’s alright. Just breathe, come on.” Enjolras soothes, rubbing his back gently to a steady, slow rhythm which Grantaire tries to match his breathing to. “There you go.”

Grantaire’s breathing steadies, shuddering still but controlled, and he tries to wipe the tears from his face. Enjolras wriggles down a little to pull Grantaire to his chest, cradling him there and humming faintly. Grantaire falls back to sleep like that, and doesn’t dream again.

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I just want to take a moment to appreciate the awesome OC people in mine and Tilt's Les Mis modern AU

Mme Bahorel who is quite literally the best human being in existence like seriously

Courfeyrac's Nonna who was lovely and sweet and looked after and loved Courfeyrac when his parents didn't

Mme and M Lesgles who are lovely and sweet and adopt puppies and take in foster children and have somehow managed to raise 13 kids of their own along with one adopted son and countless foster kids

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gonna search my taaags

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Meanwhile, on Jem and Tilt RP:

We cause Grantaire a mental breakdown as a catalyst for him deciding to give up alcohol

No boring near-deadly overdoses here

Just good old-fashioned mental trauma

Which, funnily enough, is how the drinking started anyway

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Courfeyrac's grandmother nodded, pulling both Jehan and Combeferre into quick hugs before ruffling Courfeyrac's hair. "Now, who wants to see the baby pictures? I've been waiting a long time to get someone to show them to, and now I can cause twice the embarrassment."

"Nana!" Courfeyrac whined, but he was holding back laughter.

Courfeyrac's grandmother is the fucking best

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imma go tag searching