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this is the writing blog of flowercrownedprouvaire: here I will post fic and poetry and scribbles.

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les mis fancast: Avan Jogia as Jean Prouvaire

His mind had two attitudes — one towards man, and the other towards God; he studied, or he contemplated. 

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I'm so here for joly and grantaire friendship where Joly does everything he can to try and make Grantaire just feel better about everything but it's not exactly easy to change the way a person sees not only themselves but the world and one day Grantaire gets frustrated with his friend being frustrated about his pessimism and just comes out with "You can't cure me"

and Joly just stares for a while before sassily answering back "last I checked you weren't a disease, and I should know. Because I am a med student."

Grantaire just blonks and is like "nerd" and just flops back and they both sit on the couch watching crappy day time tv and sharing a bottle of wine. 

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winter.

when i feel cold you keep me warm a blanket over my head almost suffocating tangled in sheets i'd rather see my breath in the cold air reminding me i'm alive than bound to you in gratitude for saving me from the cold, cold frost of lonely mornings alone

n.

(x)

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Because while Enjolras was light,blinding bright and radiant, where those who knew him gravitated towards him like the Earth to the sun and bowed down in awe at his immense power and fundamental ideal that immersed him made him an Apollo to the people. The god Apollo represented to his worshippers what humans crave. A sense of order and rhythm, the sun will rise and it will set, day in day out. Ready, dependable. Enjolras is Apollo.

Grantaire, however, is wild. He believes in nothing and everything, he hates as passionately as he loves. He buries himself in art and drink and the art of drinking. He is intelligence and his heart beats out a chaotic rhythm. He is a Dionysus. He is freedom contained in a human form begging to be released; through painting, or love, or inebriation.

So it's quite logical, in a way, for sense to be seduced by sensibility, and vice versa. An attraction like opposite poles that bring them together; that joins their hearts, bodies, souls. For arguments and counter arguments and frustrations that pass from Enjolras, leading him to despair at his comrade who believes in nothing yet remains fighting. And for Grantaire whose passions are like waves of flame that dance across his skin; aches with the mere presence of Enjolras and his goodness. Would never presume to cast shadows into Enjolras' light for fear of blemishing it.

Again and again they have been compared to ancient Greek heroes who loved and knew no bounds; but our heroes can only tiptoe around each other for their whole lives, challenging and drawing back in a fear of being burned by the other. Grantaire is wild, but wilderness can be contained. Enjolras is the steady rhythm of the ticking clock, beneath which lies the unsteady beating of a scared heart that matches pace with his Dionysus.

And only upon facing death can both be released with the sweet melody of permission and the gesture of comfort as their hands clasp, a breath in unison and flashes of light alongside gunshot that leads them to the freedom they have been searching for, darkness and oblivion and silence and permission and together They are two birds and two souls and two heroes and two gods who are the opposite yet the same and they end holding hands with smiles on their faces and a song on their lips and contentment in their hearts for they are free and their fight is over.

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courfeyrac making marius smile  (◡‿◡✿)

courfeyrac saying something outrageous and making marius laugh when he’s feeling down (ʘ‿ʘ✿) 

marius feeling down and going to courf’s flat but he died at the barricade so there’s no one to cheer him up any more (｡-_-｡)

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Bahorel took a gulp of his drink and smacked the pint glass on the table loudly so that all eyes traveled to him. “The police can’t just be brutal for no real reason.”

“Unless they’re having a riot of a time.” Grantaire muttered darkly;

not going to lie, I feel like the next chapter of The 'H' in Jean is going to be littered with Grantaire snark and I'm excited about that. 

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yes but can you imagine marius pontmercy in the morning with his black hair all tufty and his mouth down turned and blinking blearily and how courfeyrc would just sort of look at him and smile like ‘yup that dork is my room mate now’ because I can and it hurts. 

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What's A Fic You'd Like To See Me Write?

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artistic observations| Grantaire fic

(1245 words, 1/1 chapters) 

ship: E x R characters: les amis d'abc

SUMMARY:

cw: depressive thoughts

Grantaire tries to paint the people he loves most, but he can't seem to get them to sparkle on canvas like they do in life. 

"And just for that moment, Grantaire wished to believed in the way he believed in them. "

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(sigh) | marius x cosette

Summary:

Marius is sighing a lot. Courfeyrac wants to get to the bottom of it. It turns out there's a girl involved; oh, there's always a girl.

extract: "What do I do, Courfeyrac? I'll die if I don't see her again." He paused for a heartbeat. "I think I'd die if I did see her again." "Well I can already tell that this will end happily." Courferac deadpanned.

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A moment on a thread| philora

Summary:

Phillip and Aurora take a moment to revel in their happily ever after.

"I hope they have your eyes." he murmurs, after a moment or two or peaceful serenity. Her heart tugged at the image, her eyes fluttered open, a treat for Phillip who with every blink fell in love with her all over again.

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 "What do I do, Courfeyrac? I'll die if I don't see her again." He paused for a heartbeat. "I think I'd die if I did see her again."

"Well I can already tell that this will end happily." Courfeyrac deadpanned, 

[cackles]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Enjolras/Feuilly, Summary:

Les Amis are doing Secret Santa, and Enjolras only draws out Feuilly's name from Courfeyrac's silly santa hat. He spends the next three weeks stressing about getting the perfect gift for the perfect person; but in the end ends up without a single thing. Enjolras is a dork. Feuilly is fly. Enjolras' best friends are no help whatsoever. Everyone is ridiculously cute and gets everyone super presents.

was supposed to be posted in time for christmas, but things got in the way. I hope you all get to smooch your senpais this new year. x

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary:

Jehan realizes he's in trouble when he falls head over heels for Courfeyrac; but that doesn't stop him from dreaming. A hopeful poet smitten by the flirting Center- and somehow it becomes everybody's business. Except for Javert. He couldn't care less about the romantic fallacies of these dumb protesting students; he just wants to do his job.

Background ships include: corfius, enjolras xgrantaire, joly x bosseut x musichetta, enjolras x feuilly, etc etc.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Enjolras/Feuilly, Series: Part 5 of the bible didn't mention us. Summary:

Enjolras meets Feuilly, and something changes in him. He wants to be friends, but Feuilly isn't as keen. A fic exploring how you really don't choose your family, blood relatives or not, they somehow sneak up on you, stalk you for a while, and it isn't until you need them that you realize they're there for you. (If 'you' happen to be Feuilly, that is)

EXCERPT: Feuilly rarely had an evening off from working as a waiter in a restaraunt, but tonight was a rare night. He was sat in sweat pants and an old baggy t-shirt, headphones in with the music loud to drown out the sound of his arguing neighbours from the flat below and was surfing the web, when he got a barrage of notifications from facebook. Three friend requests had come in at the same time and he was a little confused when he saw they were from Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Combeferre. He accepted them, of course, before making himself appear offline for fear they would speak to him.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Courfeyrac/Jean Prouvaire, Enjolras/Grantaire, Courfeyrac/Marius Pontmercy Characters: Les Amis de l'ABC, Montparnasse, Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire, Enjolras (Les Misérables), Combeferre (Les Misérables), Joly (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Unrequited Crush, Friendship/Love, Falling In Love, pining!jehan, Poetry, Modern Era Summary:

Jehan realizes he's in trouble when he falls head over heels for Courfeyrac; but that doesn't stop him from dreaming. A hopeful poet smitten by the flirting Center- and somehow it becomes everybody's business. Except for Javert. He couldn't care less about the romantic fallacies of these dumb protesting students; he just wants to do his job.

Background ships include: corfius, enjolras xgrantaire, joly x bosseut x musichetta, enjolras x feuilly, etc etc.