The Ass Club - A Les Mis Fanfiction - J/B/M by madam--guillotine, literature
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The Ass Club - A Les Mis Fanfiction - J/B/M
Bossuet finished before Joly. He always did. Joly finished and gasped. Musichetta was always the winner when their relationship when they went head-to-head in a drinking contest.
The Les Amis had come as a group, though as the night went on Joly, Bossuet and Musichetta slowly separated themselves while the others went to the dance-floor with widely varying degrees of awkwardness and enjoyment.
At around midnight, they staggered out after some nearly-tearful goodbyes. They collectively looked around trying to decide right or left out of the club. As drunk as they were, they decided to follow the smell of food.
They passed a tattoo shop a
Oh, What A Pretty Face - Les Mis - Marius+Cosette by madam--guillotine, literature
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Oh, What A Pretty Face - Les Mis - Marius+Cosette
Marius Pontmercy looked around the department store, tinged with mild desperation. Not only has his wife disappeared, he's a touch lost and surrounded by woman’s underwear. To his continued horror, a shop attended approached him,
"Are you looking for something for your wife or girlfriend?"
"No-"
"Well, do you know... your measurements? We don't judge here. Let me get my... tape measure... " She trailed off before going to call security.
"Wait! Have you seen my wife? She's looking for a dress and we got separated, somehow,"
From across the aisle, Cosette waved with the hand that wasn't occupied by the two dresses she'd picked out,
How strange the days and months fly
Without the routine changes at all
How strange can the word "die"
Hold the routine in thrall
How this room with a single office
Can make one cold and shivery
How this air as chilling as ice
Was once warm as an eau-de-vie
And this absence is just as bitter
As the water of the Seine river
Where the pier's wall so abrupt
Hides a gendarme too corrupt
One guardsman of the City of Light
Was plunged into an endless night
Since he found a hat on a bridge
And a baton broken on a ridge
And in the night that claimed him so
The gendarme felt what he should know
Was to join his master
To live in a doubtful peace eve
Dreams Come in Threes Chapter 2 by DisneyTolkienFanGirl, literature
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Dreams Come in Threes Chapter 2
Chapter 2-Look Down
It was dark. My head was spinning. I felt like I was falling into a silky abyss of nothingness.
"Adi? Adi! Wake up!" I heard a voice calling out to me. I let my heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, only to see a hazy image of Alex and Darian.
"Huh?" I asked. I slowly sat up, only to awake a throbbing pain in my skull. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I simply eased into a sitting position and looked around. It seemed as though we were in a huge prison cell. It smelled musky and was full of melancholy-looking prisoners. Most were still asleep, but others were beginning to awake. I looked to my right to see a sleep-de
Blind as the moon by XxFlameFrost101xX, literature
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Blind as the moon
I'm holding onto fragments;
tangled dreams
As if they were you
Because the rain is constantly staining my skin,
"It's nothing"...
Except a reminder of the tears I gave you
~They were too many~
Your Starry eyes (and
empty bottles) are the only thing
Keeping me
Alive.
You,
you are as blind as the moon,
You don't see, you never saw
me
there.
Little you know. Little you care
There's a cloud across your eyes,
And the cloud has golden hair, (probably a halo if you look close enough) to touch
All wrapped up
In a life I might have known
But maybe I'm blind too,
She is a lark, and I'm Juliet
"You never loved me"
The death of Eponine by XxFlameFrost101xX, literature
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The death of Eponine
:rose:He stands,
Gun cocks,
Gun fires,
Girl's shot
Blood runs,
Tears cried,
His arms,
She died
Blood red,
Tears blue,
Her dreams,
Fell through
Rain falls,
Eyes closed,
Lovelorn,
Sad rose
She dies,
Eyes closed,
Rain falls,
Flowers grow :rose:
Courrfeyrac looked at his watch again, the bus was late again but he wouldn't give Enjolras the satisfaction of being right. The bus will come. He will get on said bus and he'll wait in the cafe till the next meeting if he must, but godammn it all, he will be there! The snow was coming down in flakes that matched his own hair in terms of puffiness, but the wind had a burning attitude as it went about the business of freezing his bones. He was agnostic but he could swear that the gods made this storm just for him, to tell him something. To calm down, likely, he supposed quietly under a chunky scarf, a hoodie, a knitted sweater, mittens and eve
"Combeferre!" Enjolras called. "May I take a look at the blueprints?"
It wasn't until the blonde looked around and Courfeyrac shook his head when the former realized that Combeferre's class hadn't ended yet. Enjolras rolled his eyes in frustration. "Fine. Anyone has any more ideas?"
"How about we don't go wasting our pathetic little lives and die for something that will never change?" A cynical drawl was heard from below him. Enjolras looked down to see Grantaire with his head on the table, gin bottle grasped loosely in hand. Enjolras rolled his eyes again.
"Grantaire. Put. The. Bottle. Down," he instructed, but the dark-haired Philosophy st
Mistletoe mischief
- a Les Misérables Christmas present –
The door of La Musain opened with the soft tingle of the bell that hung above the doorframe. Along with a gust of chilly December air came in two figures in full winter attire only to take in the beehive the normally quiet café was now.
“Wow, I’ve never seen Grantaire sober enough to actually help out.”Evi commented with a giggle as she took the purple beanie from her head and unwound the fluffy scarf she wore in the same colour from her neck. “Maybe Enjy promised him he could stock the bar later.”the smaller figure, Jennette offered wit
Red: The Color of Desire C1 (EnjolrasXOC) by krazykitkatlaugh, literature
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Red: The Color of Desire C1 (EnjolrasXOC)
Adeline Pontmercy, known as "Addie" to everyone except for her grandfather, anxiously tumbled through the sea of peasants swarming the slums of Paris. Her rather nice pale blue frock jerked around her as the fabric was smudged and nearly torn in the stampede of people. She really shouldn't have been out of the house, seeing that neither her grandfather, nor her older brother Marius wanted her out in the street.
"An enclosed area filled with thieves, convicts, beggars, and pimps is no place for an eighteen year old woman," they said.
Addie disagreed. She could take care of herself and she was sick of living a proper, boring, bourgeo