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Getting Drunk and Unexpected Consequences

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Getting Drunk and Unexpected Consequences

It had all begun as a normal day for their group. They had met in their favourite café, discussed, learned, made fun of each other and tried very hard not to do anything that might result in any of their usual craziness. They would never be able to tell how the events of that fateful evening started, but Courfeyrac and Joly maintained that it had been Grantaire’s fault. In a way it started as usual; Grantaire had been late and walked in with a cup of Starbucks coffee, which had prompted Enjolras to start one of his rants about corporate businesses (and why they really shouldn’t go to Starbucks). Grantaire, in his usual hab

Their Little Angel

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Their Little Angel

For Combeferre and Joly children had never been a great topic.  They both wanted to have at least one at some point and it had never been a point of discussion between them whether they would adopt or have it by means of a surrogate mother. Both of them had listened when Feuilly had talked about his experiences with the foster system and it had left them with one possible way. They had waited some time before even attempting an adoption. It was not like their marriage, that they had gone through with quite soon after their graduation. They waited until their lives were stable and they had proper jobs and schedules. It had been a long time sin

It Happens To The Best Of Us

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It Happens To The Best Of Us

Joly really hadn’t expected for Combeferre to come home with ripped jeans and blood actually still trickling down his forearm. He jumped up from where he had been sitting on the couch and took Combeferre’s bag from him to guide him to the bathroom. He wasn’t even aware of muttering “oh my god” until he had pushed his boyfriend down to sit on the toilet and Combeferre had put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Joly. Breathe. I won’t die.” Combeferre’s eyes were steady on his and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know.” Joly took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down. &

Silent Communication Part 2

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Silent Communication Part 2

It was a very long time before Athelstan and Ragnar met again, and when they did the Viking king did not recognise him at first. The quiet monk Ragnar knew did not only look more like a Viking now, his whole bearing was like one of them. It was obvious that he was the leader of the men Lagertha had sent, but at the same time he had an easy way with them that was rooted in camaraderie rather than authority. He was respectful when he talked to Ragnar, but the king could also see that he was not afraid to stand his ground if he had to. He wore the axe on his hip as if he was used to it and the way he stepped off the ship spoke of the many times

Silent Communication Part 1

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Silent Communication Part 1

When Ragnar had left her, Athelstan had stayed with Lagertha. He told himself that it had nothing to do with Ragnar trying to sacrifice him at Uppsala, but he knew he was lying to himself. In reality it was very much part of his decision. While being aware that he was technically still a slave in Ragnar’s household, Athelstan had trusted the man, just to find that the Viking dragged him off to have him sacrificed at the first opportunity. Lagertha had told him later that she had asked her husband to tell him about the fate he had planned for Athelstan, but Ragnar had always had his own head. But all of that was still only part of the s

Grantaire Has No Secret Talent (Except He Does)

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Grantaire Has No Secret Talent (Except He Does)

The first time it happened Enjolras was merely surprised. He knew that Grantaire was not as untalented as he always said, he knew how intelligent the cynic was, he knew how well he could draw. But he had no idea how many hidden talents he actually possessed.   It was ridiculous, really, the way he found out, just as the actual talent was kind of ridiculous. It was a warm summer evening and they were on their way back to the house they spent their holidays in, a nice building in Trouville-sur-Mer that belonged to Enjolras’ parents. They had decided to spend their summer somewhere abroad, a chance Enjolras and his friends had immediately

Paint Your Head in The Colours of The Rainbow

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Paint Your Head in The Colours of The Rainbow

When Enjolras walked into the backroom of the Musain that evening it was sufficient to end all conversations. He simply raised an eyebrow at his friends, who were gathered around the tables, as he walked over to his usual place next to Combeferre. He had just picked up his drink and was about to start talking to his best friend when Bahorel spoke up from the other end of the room. “What the fuck have you done with you hair?” “I dyed it,” Enjolras replied matter-of-factly, “Now can we move on and start with the meeting?” "Why did you dye your hair?” Feuilly wanted to know. “For the protest on

My Musings While Watching You Sleep

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My Musings While Watching You Sleep

I rarely get more than four or five hours of sleep these days. When I get home from work there’s more work waiting for me and when I get to sleep there’s barely enough time to get the sleep I’d need to be rested. I feel exhausted most of the time, but when I wake up in the morning, lips dry and breath stale, my hair a mess, and see you still sleeping peacefully next to me, then I remember that every minute of it is worth it. The mess of black curls on your head sticking out from beneath the sheets is the only thing that makes me want to get out of bed and stay in there at the same time. A lot of people accuse me of being too

Believing In You - Enjolras

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Believing In You - Enjolras

There’s silence between us and it feels weird. It’s not that I’m not used to you being silent, you are often enough, it’s the sort of silence. I’m used to you sitting there, waiting and listening. I’m used to you contemplating me, or absentmindedly sketching. But I’m not used to this. This, this feels different, more significant. As if you want to tell me something and I don’t get it. I guess I should start at the beginning; talk about how we met, but you know that already, don’t you? I have this feeling that there is no moment since then that you can’t remember. But I don’t th

Believing In You - Grantaire

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Believing In You - Grantaire

There’s silence between us and it feels glorious. I really can’t help myself you know? Just being in your presence makes my life a bit better. I had nothing to believe in until I met you. And now…now I have you. If you acknowledge my presence it’s because I agitate you; if you acknowledge my presence it’s because I just told you once again that your activism won’t get you anywhere. Yeah, I know, I’m broken and cynic and I drink too much. I know I should shut up, but you’re just so fucking beautiful when you’re angry.   I’m rambling again, ain’t I? But to be honest, I don&rsqu
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Getting Drunk and Unexpected Consequences

G

Getting Drunk and Unexpected Consequences

It had all begun as a normal day for their group. They had met in their favourite café, discussed, learned, made fun of each other and tried very hard not to do anything that might result in any of their usual craziness. They would never be able to tell how the events of that fateful evening started, but Courfeyrac and Joly maintained that it had been Grantaire’s fault. In a way it started as usual; Grantaire had been late and walked in with a cup of Starbucks coffee, which had prompted Enjolras to start one of his rants about corporate businesses (and why they really shouldn’t go to Starbucks). Grantaire, in his usual hab

Their Little Angel

T

Their Little Angel

For Combeferre and Joly children had never been a great topic.  They both wanted to have at least one at some point and it had never been a point of discussion between them whether they would adopt or have it by means of a surrogate mother. Both of them had listened when Feuilly had talked about his experiences with the foster system and it had left them with one possible way. They had waited some time before even attempting an adoption. It was not like their marriage, that they had gone through with quite soon after their graduation. They waited until their lives were stable and they had proper jobs and schedules. It had been a long time sin

It Happens To The Best Of Us

I

It Happens To The Best Of Us

Joly really hadn’t expected for Combeferre to come home with ripped jeans and blood actually still trickling down his forearm. He jumped up from where he had been sitting on the couch and took Combeferre’s bag from him to guide him to the bathroom. He wasn’t even aware of muttering “oh my god” until he had pushed his boyfriend down to sit on the toilet and Combeferre had put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Joly. Breathe. I won’t die.” Combeferre’s eyes were steady on his and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know.” Joly took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down. &

Silent Communication Part 2

S

Silent Communication Part 2

It was a very long time before Athelstan and Ragnar met again, and when they did the Viking king did not recognise him at first. The quiet monk Ragnar knew did not only look more like a Viking now, his whole bearing was like one of them. It was obvious that he was the leader of the men Lagertha had sent, but at the same time he had an easy way with them that was rooted in camaraderie rather than authority. He was respectful when he talked to Ragnar, but the king could also see that he was not afraid to stand his ground if he had to. He wore the axe on his hip as if he was used to it and the way he stepped off the ship spoke of the many times

Silent Communication Part 1

S

Silent Communication Part 1

When Ragnar had left her, Athelstan had stayed with Lagertha. He told himself that it had nothing to do with Ragnar trying to sacrifice him at Uppsala, but he knew he was lying to himself. In reality it was very much part of his decision. While being aware that he was technically still a slave in Ragnar’s household, Athelstan had trusted the man, just to find that the Viking dragged him off to have him sacrificed at the first opportunity. Lagertha had told him later that she had asked her husband to tell him about the fate he had planned for Athelstan, but Ragnar had always had his own head. But all of that was still only part of the s

Grantaire Has No Secret Talent (Except He Does)

G

Grantaire Has No Secret Talent (Except He Does)

The first time it happened Enjolras was merely surprised. He knew that Grantaire was not as untalented as he always said, he knew how intelligent the cynic was, he knew how well he could draw. But he had no idea how many hidden talents he actually possessed.   It was ridiculous, really, the way he found out, just as the actual talent was kind of ridiculous. It was a warm summer evening and they were on their way back to the house they spent their holidays in, a nice building in Trouville-sur-Mer that belonged to Enjolras’ parents. They had decided to spend their summer somewhere abroad, a chance Enjolras and his friends had immediately

Paint Your Head in The Colours of The Rainbow

P

Paint Your Head in The Colours of The Rainbow

When Enjolras walked into the backroom of the Musain that evening it was sufficient to end all conversations. He simply raised an eyebrow at his friends, who were gathered around the tables, as he walked over to his usual place next to Combeferre. He had just picked up his drink and was about to start talking to his best friend when Bahorel spoke up from the other end of the room. “What the fuck have you done with you hair?” “I dyed it,” Enjolras replied matter-of-factly, “Now can we move on and start with the meeting?” "Why did you dye your hair?” Feuilly wanted to know. “For the protest on

My Musings While Watching You Sleep

M

My Musings While Watching You Sleep

I rarely get more than four or five hours of sleep these days. When I get home from work there’s more work waiting for me and when I get to sleep there’s barely enough time to get the sleep I’d need to be rested. I feel exhausted most of the time, but when I wake up in the morning, lips dry and breath stale, my hair a mess, and see you still sleeping peacefully next to me, then I remember that every minute of it is worth it. The mess of black curls on your head sticking out from beneath the sheets is the only thing that makes me want to get out of bed and stay in there at the same time. A lot of people accuse me of being too

Believing In You - Enjolras

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Believing In You - Enjolras

There’s silence between us and it feels weird. It’s not that I’m not used to you being silent, you are often enough, it’s the sort of silence. I’m used to you sitting there, waiting and listening. I’m used to you contemplating me, or absentmindedly sketching. But I’m not used to this. This, this feels different, more significant. As if you want to tell me something and I don’t get it. I guess I should start at the beginning; talk about how we met, but you know that already, don’t you? I have this feeling that there is no moment since then that you can’t remember. But I don’t th

Believing In You - Grantaire

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Believing In You - Grantaire

There’s silence between us and it feels glorious. I really can’t help myself you know? Just being in your presence makes my life a bit better. I had nothing to believe in until I met you. And now…now I have you. If you acknowledge my presence it’s because I agitate you; if you acknowledge my presence it’s because I just told you once again that your activism won’t get you anywhere. Yeah, I know, I’m broken and cynic and I drink too much. I know I should shut up, but you’re just so fucking beautiful when you’re angry.   I’m rambling again, ain’t I? But to be honest, I don&rsqu

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2012 and the new year

2012 and the new year

Hello everyone, I hope you all had a nice Christmas and a good start into the new year. It's almost 2 am now and I feel like looking back at last year... So loking at what I did in 2012 there wasn't as much as I would have liked to do. I started the year with my Abitur, that I finally got in March. I went to Leipzig book fair, but didn't cosplay what I planned, because Deutsche Bahn did that thing where my whole connection changed because a train was late, which meant I spent my whole night on the train. I also went on a spontaneous trip to Hanami at Ludwigshafen and cosplayed Bruce Banner, cosplayed Syo from Uta no Prince-sama (and never go

Ok dear watchers, let's see how this works out

Ok dear watchers, let's see how this works out

I'm crossposting this from my tumblr for reasons of christmassy need to give out presents: You know how Christmas is only a week away? And how I love giving people presents? Well, I didn't exactly have the time to do this yet, but here's what I'd like to do for you: Each one of you who wants to, can write me a note and give me a request for a fanfiction. Request anything you want and I'll do my best to write it. I can't promise to have it finished by Christmas itself, but Christmas time doesn't end until the 6th January, which should be doable (if I don't get too carried away that is) I'm looking forward to hearing your wishes ;)

Just a quick little something

Just a quick little something

Hey guys! I'm just here to quickly tell you that I'm still alive xD University has started this week and since it's a two hour train ride between where I live and campus I actually have llittle time at home. My brain is killing me by reacting to the whole university thing with an overwhelming amount of creativity. I already wrote two poems this week (I have 19 of 20 I need now). Also I'm working on 3 or 4 or 5 stories (3 fanfictions, 1 original piece and there's at least one more idea for a fanfiction flying around in my head). I'll try and use the weekend to get through my messages and get shit done...

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thank for the llama !
THank you so much for the fav, it means a lot :hug:
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You're welcome! :hug:
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