Les Mis Shipping Showdown: Round of 32
Combeferre/Courfeyrac vs. Musichetta/Turning Woman #3
Combeferre/Courfeyrac
Turnchetta
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Les Mis Shipping Showdown: Round of 32
Combeferre/Courfeyrac vs. Musichetta/Turning Woman #3
Combeferre/Courfeyrac
Turnchetta
turnchetta art by felicitymildradeworthington (deactivated)
@lesmisshippingshowdown Turnchetta steal for lmss!
one more quick piece of Turnchetta art for the @lesmisshippingshowdown ! Dancing in the (blood soaked) Streets! For The Symbolism!
[trans: Won't you turn towards me?]
Fun fact, Paul Gavarni was actually a Turnchetta fan!
Personally, I'm a big fan of how he changed the intensity of the shading for Musichetta, who embraces her dark grief, and Turning Woman #3, who turns away from it (and her).
Turnchetta: Why, and How?
Have you read the fic? Seen the art? Listened to the fan mixes? Are you thinking: what the hell’s up with this Turnchetta stuff? If you’ve scrolled past, dismissed it as a bit, take a minute. Check out the tag. It’s more than an offhand joke, see? Trust me, an old observer of fandom: this is the creative, collaborative, joyful half of the spirit that animates our li’l subculture (the other half is drama, which I trust we will kick up eventually). I could not be more fuckin’ delighted, and you oughta come play, too. There’s so much to engage with, here: bringing women’s stories onto center-stage in a male-dominated fandom, demonstrating the strength of Hugo’s themes by drawing them out from such a minor figure, catharsis for all those times we listened to the line ‘they were schoolboys/never held a gun’, and even—near a miracle!—a perfect union of Brick and Musical.
Are you halfway through the thought “I don’t know enough about—”? Well hush. Here’s all you need to know to join this beautiful moment in our fandom’s history. I present to you: 100% of Turnchetta canon.
[Woman #3] Did you see them lying where they died? Someone used to cradle them and kiss them when they cried. [. . .] Where’s the new world when the fighting’s done? [. . .] Turning, turning Turning, turning, turning through the years. Turning, turning, Turning through the years. Minutes into hours And the hours into years. Nothing changes. Nothing ever can. Round and round, The roundabout and Back where you began. Round and round and back where you began. - “Turning”
“And you, Jolllly, where do you stand in your entanglement with Mamselle—you know whom I mean?” “She sulks at me with cruel patience.” “Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness.” “Alas!” “In your place, I would let her alone.” “That is easy enough to say.” “And to do. Is not her name Musichetta?” “Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.” “My dear fellow, then in order to please her, you must be elegant, and produce effects with your knees. Buy a good pair of trousers of double-milled cloth at Staub’s. That will assist.” - LM 3.4.4 (trans. Hapgood)
Laigle de Meaux, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than elsewhere. He had a lodging, as a bird has one on a branch. The two friends lived together, ate together, slept together. They had everything in common, even Musichetta, to some extent. - LM 4.12.2 (trans. Hapgood)
There! You’re equipped! You know as much as any of us about Musichetta and Turning Woman #3. And don’t you immediately see the potential? Is your brain not bursting with art, fiction, tunes? What I’m saying is: c’mon, make some fanwork. Tag it #lmss steal and #turnchetta. Do it because it’s fandom culture. Because it’s Hugolian in spirit. And—let’s be honest—do it for the bit.
Please vote Turnchetta you guys for the @lesmisshippingshowdown !!
Turnchetta HCs:
-Turning woman#3 is a struggling single mother (basically canon but still)
-Musichetta is very engaged in society and asked Jolly and Bossuet to join them in the fight but she wasnt allowed. She feels both angry at them for making her stay home while they died but also relieved that she didnt die. Both feelings riddles her with guilt. She often projects that guilt on Turning when they first get to know each other “why didnt you help? You were in the neighborhood where they died!”
-Turning woman couldnt risk her life because she has children to care for but she had wished more than anything that the revolt would succeed, for something, anything to change.
-Turning is a foil to Fantine. They are both struggling mothers but while Turning loves her children she also feels so trapped by them. Fantine sacrificed everything she had for Cosette and wanted to be with her more than anything but turning mourns the time she had before and struggles to show up for her children and even get up in the morning. She didnt mean to become a mother just yet, she wants her life back.
-once Musichetta gets to know Turning better she understands her point of view. They bond over womens and workers issues and all the wars that arent fought in the streets. She helps around with Turnings children and when they talk about poetry and art in general it is as if something in Turnings eyes lights up again
-one time Turning could leave her kids alone and join Musichetta for a walk in the park. Musichetta talked passionately about everything she had read recently and reminisced about her Jolly and Bossuet, when they saw a swing on a tree. Musichetta lit up and insisted that Turning tried it. Turning was shy but got convinced. On that swing Turning felt lighthearted for the first time in- she couldnt remember. It was late summer, it was still warm, the trees rustled in the wind and the birds were lively, the sky was deeply eternally blue and clouds where puffy and flew by, only covering for the sun for a few moments before everything was light again. She felt it all so vividly. The thrill of flying, the wind playing with her hair, and Musichettas hands pushing her firmly forward. Something about her hands on her back felt just right. Musichetta always managed to push her just enough for her to feel alive again but never too harshly. Her small hands were always someway gentle.
But then, she stopped pushing, and the swing slowed down. Once the swing was almost still, she felt Musichettas arms embrace her from behind and Turning looked back, meeting Musichettas face inches from hers.
It was as if their breath became one. Everything was silent. Musichetta tugged a strand of Turnings hair behind her ear and let her hand linger. Turnings heart raised. Then, before she could second guess, she closed the gap between them and kissed Musichetta. Musichetta kissed back passionately. Turning took hold on her collar as if to pull her closer. She felt, that this moment is eternal, no matter how long it would last.
This could turn into years.
Turnchetta
@pilferingapples, @amysterywrappedinanenigma, i think you were the most vocal supporters of Musichetta/Turning Woman #3, so have a little fic I wrote for them!
Musichetta has known women who laughed all the time and women who only wept into their handkerchiefs, but after the night-into-day-into-night of the barricades she becomes aware of a woman who is always turning. She looks back over her shoulder to look for a voice she thought she recognized or she flips through a book of scripture to find the right passage to comfort a woman who's become a widow before she was a bride, or she turns some treasured trinket over and over in her palm.
What happened this June has happened before, she says, because no one ever listens, and it will happen again because no one ever hears. They, the women left to clean up these messes, are the only ones who truly understand the cost of progress, but even with that cost, the Turning Woman insists that it is worth it to keep seeking the light that illuminates.