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just tell me i'm yours (if i'm turning in your stomach and i'm making you feel sick) by lemonlimecoke
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
07 Dec 2024
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On a warm summer evening, Éponine lay on her parents’ bed, curled up in her maman’s lap. One hand, nails long and sharp against her scalp, tangled itself in her hair as the other pinched a smoking cigarette in the corner of her eye. The muscles in the underside of her maman’s jaw clenched, as though lost in thought.
Suddenly, she spoke, the words tumbling out of her mouth: “You should never talk to handsome strangers, my darling.”
Éponine darted her gaze up, but the chin above her offered no answers when faced with her questioning glance. “Maman?”
“You might fall in love,” the chin went on after a beat, “and that will doom you. Just look,” her voice drips under the weight of her scorn, “at where that got me, hmm? Married to a bastard.
“Not you, yes?” She dipped her head to stare into Éponine’s eyes. “Promise your maman you will never.”
The hand in her hair paused its steady stroking; her maman kept focus as Éponine blinked. Even the cigarette smoke in the air seemed to hang still for a moment.
“I promise.”
“Good.” A pat on the head. A drag from the cigarette. A moment never forgotten.
Or, a look into the life and death of Éponine Thénardier.
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reeling, feeding, feeling filled by lemonlimecoke
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
17 Nov 2024
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Enjolras touches his fingers to Grantaire’s cravat again, meeting his eyes once more as though looking for approval, and when no resistance meets him, he tugs lightly until it comes undone. Grantaire watches him, ready, but Enjolras merely closes his eyes, breathing in once more—smelling him, Grantaire realizes now. “Go on then, Apollo. Feast upon me, sip from the cup of life, drink from the drunkard—”
Grantaire stumbles across Enjolras one day, who's hungry for blood, and like any good revolutionary would, offers himself up.
or, a les mis vampire fic! because i wanted to and i can't get these fictional dead frenchmen out of my brain