ok but since i literally got to meet the goodest boy himself last night how about some courf friendship headcanons 💖
As I’ve mentioned before, Courf’s really the first one to get me to come out of my shell! He’s just very reassuring and easy to talk to, plus he’s how I get into the Amis in the first place.
He finds all my little stories and tidbits about my childhood in England very amusing and is honestly pretty impressed I’ve managed to make my way by myself as far as I have! He appreciates my resourcefulness! I also tell him how I considered getting a roommate at first and in turn he ends up rambling off funny stories about Marius and the silly little things he does around their rooms.
We have that kind of friendship where we’ll often just make little faces at each other across the room if one of us is stuck in a boring conversation and the other has to try their hardest not to crack up.
Honestly Courf’s just good at making me smile in general and we have a lot of banter with each other because I feel like I can be myself a lot more around him, especially with knowing him the longest.
The above is also a very double edged sword because he can VERY MUCH READ how utterly enamoured with Enj’ I am and is 98% of the time the one trying to nudge me into conversations with him because loRD KNOWS I won’t do it myself pFFFF… If I manage to muster up even a light conversation with Enj’ then 900% hes beaming and thuMBSING ME UP OVER HIS SHOULDER FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM ALHDHD
good mORNING! i get to go see cabaret tonight (huzzah! its the berlin part of the trip tag!) and one the actor who plays one of my platonic f/os is in it EHEHE.
for those curious, the platonic i’m talking about is courfeyrac! fra is in it as the emcee! :>)
How about.. anemone, but for as many of your F/Os as you want to answer it for? It doesn't have to be loads if you don't want it to, but I'm curious to see what you come up with! ^-^
OOH OKAY DSHKKHDSHK NAMI YOU’VE GIVEN ME A LITTLE CHALLENGE SO I’M GONNA SEE HOW MANY I CAN FIT IN ORDER *claps* LETS GO! THE TAGS WILL BE A MESS~! GO!
anemone - in ten words or less, describe the dynamic between you and your f/o.
Enjolras: revolution asexuals who would die for each other. almost do.
Bunjolras: sunshine boy pesters girl so much she falls in love.
Javert: man who never felt emotions feels for the first time
Fiyero: “hes so stupid that I might have to kiss him”
Egon: smART AWKWARD NERDS HAVE WORKPLACE ROMANCE BY ACCIDENT (not clickbait)
bonus!
laurvertjolras polyship: boys pls dont kill each other, i love you :(
platonics!:
Grantaire: drunk chaos man rubs his braincell loss off on me
Courfeyrac: irish boy makes shy girl feel more welcome than anyone!
Other Javerts: javert no stop-.....stop that-.... NO-.... CALM DOWN.
Glinda: popular mom friend with no braincells. i do for her.
The SQUIP: bitchy tic-tac im doNE WITH YOUR SHIT-
Ray Stantz: two nerds nerdin out together constantly. pure and wholesome.
Erik: singing student has to keep her teacher from committing crimes
Alfred: book nerds bond over their own inability to do things!
Agatha: SMART VAMPIRE FIGHTING NUN POWER DUO.
Thirteen: Two Northerners with two braincells. CHAOS.
familials!
Professor Layton: tea party and puzzle advocates, soft and supportive!
Teru: big sister is done with her feral little brothers’ shit
i know him so well — what’s your relationship with other canon characters who are close to your f/o? With your French man! :3
THANKS SO MUCH FRIEND!!! ;u; This is totally a time to mention my platonics!!! Because obviously I’m pretty good friends with the other members of Les Amis! Buuut obviously there’s a few in particular!
GRANTAIRE. Enjolras tOLERATES him, but this man is one of my BEST FRIENDS so oh BOY is that a fun time all around. Whenever Grantaire and I are around together we end up dorking around to no end because of the pure chaos energy he is, plus often we’ll have little discussions about art or philosophy (usually when he gets on the drunker side, the man can ramble for HOURS.) so we’ve got a bit of common ground together.
Courfeyrac!! Oh gosh this man was one of the first of the Amis I actually made friends with properly! I made friends with him first because obviously I was an incredibly nervous bean and he was the most welcoming! I mean he has plenty of charisma and the man has MARIUS as a roommate so he knows how to deal with nervous dorks KHDSHKDS. Plus Courf’ is one of Enjs’ closest friends too, so he plays a little into helping me talk to Enj’ a lot at first!
OKAY MARIUS GETS AN HONOURABLE MENTION HERE because I’m always 0.2cm off adding him onto my platonic list anyway. Marius is actually pretty good friends with Enj’ too, plus with him being Courfs’ roommate, it was inevitable I’d end up hanging around with that dork in particular. Marius and I actually get along well because we’re RATHER SIMILAR with the whole dork nerd thing, plus of course as soon as he’s seen Cosette he comes to me with AAAAALLLLL his gushing. (Plus maybe he’s one of the first people I might subtly let it slip to about my big ol’ crush on Enjolras so- KDSHKKDSH)
Finally, after 7 years I’m marrying Enjolras!!! You have no idea how happy I am to finally post all this!!! I hope you all love it as much as I loved writing it and I’d love to hear all your thoughts!! Oh and if you want a better idea of my wedding dress, I used this one!!! But here’s a little moodboard to go with my fic too!!! I can’t believe it’s finally happening!!! 💖
Summary: February 16th 1833, the day Laura and Enjolras finally get married and the two of them realise this is only the start. 💖
Laura shuffled nervously as she waited outside the doors to the cathedral, her eyes flicking the wooden doors over incessantly. As if she wasn’t already nervous enough about marrying the love of her life - the two of them had chosen to be married in La Cathédrale Sainte-Croix, the vast almost Notre-Dame-esque cathedral that stood near the center of Orléans. Laura had visited with her husband-to-be on a few occasions, normally to offer her prayers and sympathies to those the two of them had left behind in Paris as she quietly attended Sunday Masses- much like Joan of Arc herself had once done in this very place, although the the latter hadn’t come upon the arm of her fiance. Laura nearly instantaneously decided they should be married there as well - although she hadn’t really took into account at the time just how much the sheer size of the place, coupled with the light chill of the February breeze on her bare shoulders, would really make her shiver with nerves.
Laura’s eyes flick sidewards, fiddling nervously with her hands as she glances over at Courfeyrac - who notes her nervous shuffling and gives her arm a light reassuring squeeze and a smile whilst he finishes adjusting the small, red carnation pinned on to his lapel. Of course, with Laura’s father currently residing in England he couldn’t be the one to hand her off - but as soon as word had reached her via her letters which she regularly exchanged with Marius and Cosette that Courfeyrac had survived the barricades as well, she’d very quickly decided he was the one she’d want to do it instead. Anyone would have assumed since she was a closer friend to Grantaire that she’d pick him instead, however Laura knew better than to let the literal embodiment of sibling-friend chaos walk her down the aisle - besides, he’d always joked that he’d end up telling some silly joke or other about Enjolras to get her laughing when she was right in the middle of the procession, which she’d much rather not risk thank-you very much. All the same though, Courf’ had been overjoyed when she’d asked him, his face lighting up with that charismatic, sunshiney smile he’d always greet her with when she’d first started coming into the ABC meetings and was still a little nervous ball of introvert. If anything, Courf’ had been her first true friend, plus with him being such a close friend to Enjolras as well, she couldn’t think of anyone more fitting for the job than him.
“How’re you doing..?” Courfeyrac asks gently, watching as Laura reaches up to nervously brush a little bit of her hair away beneath her veil.
“About as well as you’d expect… I feel like I’ll probably die…!” Laura chuckles, offering him a small smile back in an attempt to hide her nerves. He lets out a little laugh, giving her a small pat on the arm in return as he hears the small, rhythmic knock of the start of La Marseillaise from the other side of the door. Laura snorted lightly - betting it was Grantaires’ doing. Of course he’d do something like this when they’d only asked for a simple knock. No doubt he was taking his rather coveted role as Enjolras’ best-man and Laura-designated helper in his stride.
“...Ready?” Courfeyrac offers, placing a hand upon the doors ready to knock back and have them open for them. “Take a deep breath, okay…?”
Laura does as he suggests, nodding as she inhales deeply before letting out a small, worried exhale through her nostrils. Oh god - this was it. It was time already. She wasn’t sure if she was even prepared! Maybe she should have asked Cosette to run over her vows with her one more time or-!
As soon as Laura takes that first step through the doors and down the aisle with Courfeyrac into the cathedral she feels all the air get swept out of her lungs, the vast, lofty ceilings of the cathedral paired with the light airiness of the sole violin and piano that echoed through the space seemed so incredibly ethereal to her and just so… different. Their wedding back in Paris on the night between the 5th and 6th of June 1832 had been such a small, secretive affair between herself and Enjolras that she could hardly believe this was even the same in any way - that small room in the back of the Cafe Musain seeming so incredibly tiny compared to the cavernous space of the cathedral and the quiet distant gunfire that had accompanied that ceremony being replaced completely by a calm, gentle ambience. It was so different that it stunned her, but at the same time it felt so refreshing just letting herself be led down the aisle as her eyes skirted around the place beneath her veil. All the same though it still didn’t dull the nerves that pricked so heavily at the back of her head as she saw the eyes of everybody she passed upon her.
“Just look straight ahead… You’re fine.” Courfeyrac mutters from beside her, giving her another small squeeze of the arm. Laura had to mentally praise god for him in that moment, casting her eyes forward in an attempt to ignore everyone else as she reached halfway… Not as though she’d have much trouble with that for long though, as she catches sight of Enjolras’ distinctive blonde curls, his head only turning once Grantaire had given him a slight nudge on the arm from where he was stood beside him. As soon as she catches that moment where he finally notices her, his eyes distinctly widening a little and his lips parting just slightly in awe as she made her way towards him, she felt all those nerves simply melt away at the sight. Maybe it was that, paired with the fact of her seeing just how much Enjolras had smartened himself up for her that made her heart flutter wildly in her chest, seeing nobody but him as she finally let go of Courfeyracs’ arm and took her place before him at the altar. Through the thin lace of her veil, she could catch the light twinkle in his eye and the distinct bright reds of his waistcoat peering from beneath his black suit and the small, red carnation, much like Courfs’, that he had pinned onto his lapel in place of the revolutionary tricolour she was so used to seeing him wearing. Heck, he’d even somehow managed to tie his cravat properly for once, which made her have to hold in a giddy little chuckle at the gesture. She could only imagine it had taken him way too much time, but with how handsome he looked, the effort was no doubt worth it. Enjolras, on the other hand, could hardly contain the smile that broke out onto his face upon seeing Laura, all dressed in beautiful white silk and beaded pearls that dropped from her exposed shoulders in beautiful ornate motifs of lace brocade and dotted golden glints from beneath her veil, down her corset and to the bottom of her skirts. Seeing those dark brown eyes peering up at him with such gentleness from beneath the floral pattern of her veil made him begin to well-up with joy at the sight before he’d even had chance to say anything, his hands gently reaching out to take hers almost on instinct and stroking over her skin with his thumb in a silent gesture of all the love he could feel welling up inside him already.
“We are gathered here today, in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony…”
The words already made Laura’s heart catch in her throat, her smile instantaneously widening as she gives Enjolras’ hands a light reassuring squeeze. Even standing here, right now in her wedding dress - she still couldn’t believe this was happening. It all seemed so surreal to her that she was actually going to be Enjolras’ wife - and properly this time. Her thoughts were racing at a hundred miles an hour as she felt herself spending the time during their introduction simply entranced at just how gorgeous her very-soon-husband truly was. She hardly even registered the light sniffling sob that already came from where Marius was sat in the front row, hand clasped firmly in Cosettes’ as they both eagerly watched the pair, or even half the words that were being said - all she knew for certain was the bubbling anticipation and happiness in her chest that she simply couldn’t let go of, even with that dreaded moment of: “If anyone has any just cause for why these two should not be wedded, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
The silence that rang through the cathedral at that moment said everything that could ever have needed to be said in that moment - with the only sound Laura was able to catch at that moment being a slight, relieved sigh that passed Enjolras’ lips. Of course, he was bound to have been just as nervous in that moment as she was.
“Enjolras, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love her and honour her, through sickness and through health, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” - The words pass his lips without hesitation, the statement sounding prouder and more sure than any other that he has ever said. He felt not even all those years of giving impassioned revolutionary speeches to the masses could ever compare to the passion and love he’d already placed into just saying those two words and of course, soon enough with his vows there were plenty more still to come.
“And Laura, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you love him and honour him, through sickness and through health, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do!” - The sound of her voice rings clear and true, the clear unbridled happiness more than clear in her tone as she gazes up into the eyes of her beloved. She’d never been more confident, more sure of anything in her life until this very moment and not even her usual shy demeanour could stand between her and saying those two words she’d been waiting so long to say.
“Enjolras… You may now speak your vows as you give Laura her ring.”
Grantaire, from where he is stood beside Enjolras, reaches into the pocket of his emerald-green waistcoat, pulling out the small, simple copper-ruby ring from his pocket and handing it carefully to Enjolras. He was probably more than aware if he managed to drop it when Enjolras had finally entrusted him with something as important as this that he’d probably end up killing him and he wasn’t exactly keen on having a funeral the same day as a wedding. Enjolras takes it with a thankful smile and a light breath as he looked down at his wife-to-be, his eyes already brimming with happy tears:
“Laura... I-… I know I should be good at doing this sort of thing but at this very moment I don’t think words can even express just how much you really mean to me… Before I met you, I always wanted to go through my life alone - I thought my heart could only belong to the land I fought so very hard for and nothing else… But how could I have ever known just what sort of effect you’d end up having on me..? How could I have known that you’d open my eyes so much…? With your kindness and gentleness how you’d always be there to keep me in line if I got too hasty or to patch me up if things got too rough… How you always believed in me even on those rare occasions I’d stop believing in myself… You made me realise what it truly meant to love and be loved… You were the reason I finally began to care for myself and realise that I wasn’t just in my own little bubble… I owe you my life, Laura - because you were the one who made me truly begin to care about it… And-… I couldn’t be more humbled to have a woman as lovely and attentive as you as my wife…”
Laura sniffs lightly in an attempt to hold back her tears of happiness as Enjolras carefully slides the thin, copper band onto her finger. She remembered well why they’d chosen them - almost in hearkening to those little makeshift copper bands they’d formed for themselves the first time. Of course this one was much neater, a small ruby pressed in the centre, just in line with her knuckle, but it was still simple enough to remind her just where they’d both come from to get here - the originals of which would still be infinitely treasured.
“Laura, you may now speak your vows as you give Enjolras his ring…”
Laura happily complies, carefully taking the braided, copper ring from Cosette, who stands from her seat beside Marius to give it to her with a wide, happy smile. Laura carefully turns the ring between her fingers, biting her lip for a moment to keep herself from crying. She had to at least get through her vows before she did, after all! There was so much she needed to say, and with a light swallow and a moment to compose herself, she finally does:
“Enjolras, from the moment I met you I knew you were something so special and so precious… At first sight I almost thought you were some kind of angel, especially with that beautiful golden hair of yours! That moment when I first heard your voice made me feel like I felt the sun on my face for the very first time, because funnily enough I’d never known love until I saw you on that day, nor did I ever think for a moment I ever would… It almost scared me a little at first, because with just how against the whole ‘love’ thing you were originally, I thought I’d never have you… But I never gave up on you for even a second, because you showed me so much patience and gentleness and made me want to do things I never could have dreamed of doing before… You made me feel like I could take on everything by your side, be it revolution or even the threat of death itself - and I would do everything we did a thousand times over if it meant I could follow you to the very ends of the earth, like I always said I would… I promise you, I’ll always be here and I’ll always believe in you and-… I’m-… I’m so very honoured to finally be able to call myself your wife…”
Laura gently slips the ring onto Enjolras’ finger, her other hand reaching up beneath her veil to wipe at the tears that were now starting to escape her, as much as she’d willed for them not to as she spoke. She’d always been the more emotional one out of the two of them Enjolras chuckles happily though, his fingers curling around hers to give her hand a gentle, happy squeeze and draw her a little closer to him. It was taking all his restraint not to rush himself, just watching her hold back all those tears of happiness and looking up at him like he was the most wonderful thing upon this earth made his heart stop in his chest and reach up to wipe away her tears. Somehow though, it felt beautiful to him - when he’d seen her cry so many times, just for once to see her crying tears of happiness, tears of joy, instead of all those times when he’d seen her upset and downtrodden. He knew this was truly the moment things started to turn for the both of them and just thinking about it made him cry just a little too, his smile widening and eyes creasing at the edges in that cute way that couldn’t help but make Laura beam up at him.
“Then by the grace of our lord and by the virtue and authority vested in me.. I now pronounce you husband and wife..”
That moment where Enjolras finally took the delicate lace of her veil in his hands, gently moving it aside seemed almost like a dream to him, finally seeing the gentle blush that dusted her cheeks and glowing, gentle smile there before him in their full glory - but even so, he knew he had little time for staring as he finally heard those words he’d been waiting the whole ceremony just to hear:
“You may now kiss the bride.”
For all his eagerness though - it’s Laura who initiates the kiss first, the girl happily bouncing on her heels to throw both her arms around his neck and quickly pull him down into a kiss. It takes a moment for him to properly register it but as soon as he does, the jolt of pure, unadulterated joy that rushes through him hits him instantly, the blonde beaming as he gently returns the kiss. The two of them hardly register any of the cheering or the clapping, or even Marius, who had taken to sobbing against Cosettes’ shoulder - all they knew in that moment was each other, Enjolras carefully sliding his hands over her waist to lift her from the floor in a gentle, happy spin once the two of them finally parted. Laura squeaks a little, her arms tightening around his neck with a giggle as he lifts her gently into the air, the brunette taking a few steps once she finally hits the ground again to catch her bearings.
“Well, you certainly never did that in the rehearsal!” Laura laughs, her fingers gently running through the curls at the base of Enjolras’ neck. “I wouldn’t have worn heels if I’d known! You almost made me lose my shoe!”
Enjolras simply beams and chuckles a little, pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms around her waist, his nose nuzzling gently against the stray brown hair of her fringe that poked out from beneath where her veil was pinned upon her head.
“I apologise but-…. I’m just so happy!” Enjolras says contentedly, placing a small, delicate kiss to her forehead. “You’re-…. You’re really my wife…!”
“And you’re really my husband…!” Laura mirrors, nuzzling herself into Enjolras’ chest as he moves to rest his head atop hers. She sighs happily, her hands moving to his shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze, which he more than gladly returns against the small of her back. “And I promise… Nothing is ever going to come between us ever again…”
Enjolras smiles softly and Laura feels him nod lightly against her in silent affirmation. This was their new start, their fresh chapter that they so desperately needed after all the hardships they had gone through back in Paris, through those six-years leading up to that one fateful summer of June 1832 - when everything had been torn apart from them. Only now, when he finally held her like he was holding the very sun itself in his arms, did both of them finally feel at peace. Each of them knew this moment was only the beginning for the both of them, this one perfect moment that would serve as the prologue to the rest of their lives… This was the start of their new story.
LEMME JUST YEET A HUSBAND HEADCANON WITH A SPRONKLE OF FRIEND! ;O;
I'm probably one of the only people who can decipher Enjolras' handwriting when he's written his speeches, apart from Courfeyrac and Combferre. They've been his friends long enough to know Enj's scritchy writing but they're rather surprised it doesn't take me too long to figure out how to read it.
@kittyandco / @mysterious-selfinsert, @throwmeaskeleton and this lovely ‘nonny?! hmDHSFFS OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ALL PICKING SIMILAR ONES WHILE I WAS WRITING?? I just had to lump ya’ all together because it was much easier! Y’all really be picking most of the soft ones here and trying to make me die I swear ;o; Thank y’all so much! This is gonna be a LONG POST so I’ll readmore it hmsdjsdhshd~
1) Your FO is watching you, love in their eyes and filled with adoration. What does that look like, and how does it feel?
Oh gosh, those moments when Enj’ is lovestruck? Oh boy any onlooker can tell this boy is smitten, even if he’d never admit it. He has rather the habit of staring accidentally even though he’s trying to be subtle about it, but you’d know just by the little twinkle he gets in his eye and how he’ll find an ever so slight hint of a smile playing at the edge of his lips! You might just catch his eyes flick me over as well and with eyes that striking it’s hard to not know when he’s looking at someone! He’ll try and make it all casual and sneaky but this boy wouldn’t know subtle if it hit him over the head - come on, let’s be honest here. You all know EXACTLY how he is.
As for how it feels? I can always tell when Enj’ is looking at me somehow and EVERY TIME WITHOUT FAIL I find myself blushing at it. I just get so flustered knowing he’s watching me! It’s hard not to!
4) Angst is rarely absent from relationships. What has been the hardest moment you’ve faced together, and how did you overcome it?
OOOOOH NO HERE WE GO WE’RE DIPPING OUR TOE INTO THAT CANON ANGST AGAIN!!!!Now I’ve probably mentioned this before someplace, but obviously in my canon timeline Enj’ and I survive the whole barricade dealio together - and of course if you know ANYTHING about Les Miserables at all you know EXACTLY HOW THAT GOES.
After the rebellions’ over it’s obviously SUPER hard on Enj’, he’s got the most emotional baggage out of the two of us after the whole thing because well…. Obviously he pretty much lead all his friends to their deaths and he has no idea who even survived. Poor boy is an emotional wreck, even moreso due to the fact this is a guy who is so used to having to keep up this stoic, leadery image all the time. Of course I’m in a similar sort of way, but it’s not on ANY kind of level compared to what Enj’ is going through, so honestly it’s a matter of us both supporting each other until we can heal. We just had to stick by each other because for that moment we were pretty much all each of us had left.
5) Whether or not your relationship as accepted in the beginning, you are together now and people just have to deal with that. What do you think your friends think about your partnership, and how would that contrast with what your enemies would think?
Oh BOY! When the rest of Les Amis all finally got the info, probably through Enj’ eventually, that him and I were dating they were actually pretty supportive! Sure they were rather surprised that Mr. ‘Who Cares About Your Lonely Soul’ rather ironically fell in love with someone, but they mostly found it pretty cute! I’d say of course Marius was the most supportive out of all of them, because this boy was just!!! So happy!!! Enj’ finally understood how he’d felt!!!!
I say ‘mostly’ because of course we forget about my RESIDENT RATASS. Grantaire is just the biggest chaos bastard when it comes to Enj’ and I, especially since he had to take the brunt of all the mutual pining for SO LONG and it was DRIVING HIM NUTS. So he totally makes a MASSIVE DEAL out of it. If there’s one thing this ratboy lives for after Enj’ and I make our relationship public, it’s teasing the HELL out of both of us at ANY GIVEN OPPORTUNITY. Of course he means it all well, he’s just joking around! Although he does have those serious moments where he’s like ‘Laura I swear to you, if Enj’ hurts you in any way at all don’t hesitate to tell me I will punch him-’ and I’d definately say Courf’, being my kind of ‘big brotherly friend’ would also not hesitate to join ‘Taire on the whole ‘if enj’ hurts you we will fight him’ train, although he’s much more hesitant on the punching thing.(Of course I wouldn’t let EITHER of them punch him though gdgdg)
Oh jeez, enemies…? Well I mean, if the entire Paris Constabulary counts as enemies - they’d probably just…. Take a little note of that. I mean of course they’d want to keep the knowledge safe that the one who was leading this so called ‘rebellion’ had a liiiiitttle bit of a weakness someplace. Hoo. That could get angsty down the line, bet.
8) The above was long so this will be deliberately short: Your FO means the world to you, how do you ensure they know that? And how do they prove that to you?
Oh my god HOW DO I NOT SHOW ENJOLRAS I LOVE HIM????I probably take every chance we get when we’re alone to tell him just how much he means to me and how lucky I am to have him! I’m the one out of the both of us who just gets all sappy sometimes, probably because I can still hardly believe he’s actually in love with me most of the time!
As for Enj’ with me? He’s not exactly… The most experienced guy, with all the romantic stuff as you know… He really does try his best though! He likes to attempt little smaller gestures and compliments rather than just going full-out gushy like I end up doing. He’ll always be really careful with planning what he’s going to say and do for me because he really wants to show how much he loves me, but he’s still slowly learning how!
10) If you and your FO had a chance to write wedding vows to one another, what would you say? Would either one of you go soppy, or do you keep it straight forward and simple, then speak passionately to one another once you are alone again?
OH GOD I NEVER ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS??? Oh BOY YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME HERE WITH THIS ONE??? Okay maybe that’s a lie… I have SLIGHTLY…. Because if there’s one single song that has always and TOTALLY given me Laurjolras wedding vibes ever since I heard it first time, it’s ‘One Hand One Heart’ from West Side Story. SERIOUSLY PLEASE LISTEN TO IT AND DON’T EVEN TELL ME IT’S NOT.
Because honestly, if there’s one thing our wedding vows would have to be, it’d be romantic and poetic. Maybe it’s the fact that A) I’m a sappy romantic and B) Enjs’ speech writing powers kicking in, but I think both of us would feel very similarly. Enj’ would 100% want to write something meaningful and beautiful for me that just put his heart out there and he’d spend MONTHS trying to write them perfectly, while I’d just be the biggest sappiest dork imagineable. I’d probably just be gushing with my vows, honestly. He’d probably cry at them.
