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Have the Day You Deserve by Kiranokira
Fandoms: เธม-โป้ Heart That Skips a Beat | Thame-Po: Heart That Skips a Beat (TV)
15 Feb 2025
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Jun doesn't have the breakfast he wanted and decides to ruin Po's ex-boyfriend's day about it.
Thame turns his menacing eyes on Jun. “I’m not stupid,” he says. “‘Current boyfriend’? ‘First man’? I know you’re scheming, Jun.”
Jun gives his shoulders a fond squeeze. “For once, my intentions are completely surface level,” he says solemnly. “A tech bro killed my family.”
Before Thame can point out that he watched Jun voice-call his mother yesterday to ask her if one can use dish soap to wash tomato sauce out of one’s stuffed elephant, Jun beckons the waiter with a debonair smile.
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16 Mar 2025
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Agent of chaos Jun is my absolute favorite his gay bitch energy is off the charts in this fic and that is my favorite too
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does not waver, does not change by hkafterdark for Tangerine
Fandoms: Midnight Series: Moonlight Chicken พระจันทร์มันไก่ | Moonlight Chicken (TV)
17 Dec 2024
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The truth was that Jim never thought he'd get married; he had never thought it would even be possible. Now it is.
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13 Jan 2025
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exceedingly lovely execution of a lovely premise - the dynamic between them is so comfortable and well-lived in just like this fic!!!
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The day after Aslan left, taking the magic with him, just about everyone else left, too.
After the coronation festivities, the real work begins. During/post "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe".
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- Part 1 of Carpetbaggers
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27 Sep 2024
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She scowled, but at a nod from Peter, squatted and unlaced her boots. When she stood up again, her expression changed. Lucy knew what she was feeling: a touch inside her mind, a sense of Narnia unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was green and wide and windy, smelling of the sea and of apples. It had come and gone over the last several days: today it was stronger than ever, with an added urgency she hadn't noticed before. She glanced around to see Rhea watching them with ears erect, and Sallowpad was staring as well, although neither Beast said anything.
"All right, now close your eyes and turn about," commanded Edmund.
Lucy squeezed her eyes shut and spun for several seconds, trying to stay in one place and not bump into anyone. She heard Peter grunt and Susan muttered something, and then Edmund's voice said, "Stop and open your eyes."
The sun was warm on the side of her face, and Lucy squinted a bit as she opened her eyes. She looked about and realized that the others were all squinting too, because all four of them were facing the exact same direction. The same direction she had been looking when Edmund found her this morning. "Oh!" she said in surprise.
"So," Peter said, after a long moment, "I suppose we're going to southwest Narnia."
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THE definitive golden age fic as far as i'm concerned. i'm so in awe with how skillfully and effortlessly this story fills in the missing gaps directly after the pevensies' coronation. the portrayal of how the pevensies came into their own and managed to start a successful reign - so successful it was known in history as the golden age! - when they were only children is incredibly well-imagined and so carefully and realistically developed, like on the surface it seems a staggeringly daunting venture but this fic actually makes it make sense, in a way that is so compelling and well-paced and thoroughly enjoyable to see unfold. and in a way that really fits these characters too! somehow of a myriad number of impressive things about this fic - the pacing, the world building, the ensemble cast, the political intrigue, i could truly go on - the characterization is by far the most impressive, switching between the various povs so seamlessly in a way that never sidelines anyone in any arcs but also gives everyone a chance to really showcase their strengths and overcome their flaws. i love most of all that they feel their age [it takes real skill to write children well] but in a way that never undermines their agency or the value they have to bring to narnia. it's so, so easy to see how a whole country fell in love with them reading this fic and seeing the way it portrays their brave and resourceful and charismatic and deeply, fiercely devoted selves. a masterpiece! -
The Splendour of the Stars by WingedFlight for Ashling
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
30 Aug 2019
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In the aftermath of the battle at Anvard, Aravis learns her brother's fate.
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20 Sep 2024
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really enjoyed this one for the ways it fits in with canon so seamlessly, the framing device with aravis's complex emotions grounding the whole story, and golden age!edmund's characterization, which delighted me endlessly - and truly who am i if not absolutely weak for a good king/knight dynamic
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a savage place by athoughtfox
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies)
10 Nov 2020
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Time is long and wearing, and this is the story the Old Narnians have forgotten.
That Susan’s soft fingers had stung under the tautness of her bowstring, the first time she’d pulled it back to kill. That Peter had wept beside the corpse of the wolf. That Aslan’s maw had been red and sticky, and that the Witch had been beautiful, in her cold way.
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- Part 1 of a savage place, as holy and enchanted
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17 Sep 2024
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“Don’t say much, eh, that brother of yours?”
He is walking alongside Queen Lucy the Valiant, who is all of nine years old, wearing a grin and a dagger. They are following the tall one, whose steps are sure and make no sound.
“Well, of course not. He has to be careful what he says.”
“Don’t we all?”
He is chuckling, but she isn’t. Her face is young and pale and flecked with sunlight that shifts like a glamour. There are moments when her teeth look too big for her mouth, when her eyes sit strangely, as though she has stolen them from another. Sometimes she is difficult to look at.
“Not like Peter does. When he speaks…”
Smiling, she spreads her arms wide, embracing the still trees and sleeping waters, the sky above them and the earth below.
“Narnia listens.”
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a depiction of the pevensies, unstuck in time and history, that is so wild and magical and weighted it captures the imagination quite effortlessly -
A Tale of Two Knives by WingedFlight for animus (animus_in_the_city)
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
11 Sep 2022
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Lucy’s gifts are for healing.
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17 Sep 2024
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really wonderful characterization of lucy in this - the nature of her faith, not infallible or without doubts but still strong enough to carry her through dark and difficult times; how easy the role of healer settles on her shoulders, unspoken years of experience in her behavior and the rules she set for herself [so in character with the first time she used the cordial in the series!]; the loneliness of her task and her faith, but how important it is that she carries on with them anyway - and what an elegant answer to the question of her missing dagger!
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Things never happen the same way twice. Two nights under the sky with one thousand three hundred and forty two years (or three) in between.
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08 Sep 2024
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“What do you think lies beyond?”
Even Susan and Peter fell silent in their playful banter, and their eyes moved to look towards the distant horizon as the wind swept past them with a particularly forceful gust, leaving them almost breathless.
“Galma, Terebinthia, the Seven Isles, the Lone Islands…” Edmund recited slowly, though they all knew that wasn’t what she had meant.
“Beyond that,” she said, narrowing her eyes again as if effort could show her what hid in the distant darkness.
“Maybe nothing,” Susan said quietly.
“There’s always something,” Lucy said softly.
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The pevensie siblings are literally everything to me -
it's autumn in the country i remember by be_themoon for nasimwrites
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
03 Oct 2013
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Susan and Edmund have a conversation in three parts.
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08 Sep 2024
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"Regret is for when you could have changed something, Edmund. We were dust in a storm. Nothing more."
"You make it sound so accidental."
"It was lovely while it lasted. But it didn't, did it?" He takes her arm, watches the way she smiles. Lucy says it looks fake these days, but it really hasn't changed. She was always polished, always prepared. Oreius had told him once the true mark of a leader was how they rose to their surroundings.
So maybe she's changed, but so have their surroundings.
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i love these two's relationship and the way it's interpreted here is very compelling - you understand how these two might understand each other in both spoken and unspoken ways; also i think susan's character is quite difficult to get right but her portrayal here rings true to me -
This Scepter’d Isle by rthstewart for FiKate
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
10 Sep 2017
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Digory delivers a lesson on "This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."
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08 Sep 2024
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“We hoped for a very long time that we would someday return. Until, one day…”
Digory paused, suddenly searching for the words he had been rehearsing. Lucy looked up.
“Until one day, Polly and I realized we would never return.”
Lucy sniffed more loudly. “So you gave up?”
“Oh no. Quite the opposite. We began living here.”
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the philosophy and literary references presented here are so lovely - what a lovely way to make sense of the pevensies' return from narnia, i really enjoy this interpretation a lot -
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Edmund has an abundance of birthdays.
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07 Sep 2024
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“It’s really not as exciting as all that,” Edmund added. “We’re not living our lives backwards, or unstuck in time, or any such nonsense. It’s more like—our lives are folded in on themselves, you see? But never the same way twice.”
“I think it’s more like music than anything else,” Lucy said, a kind of fond wistfulness in her voice.
“Yes,” said Edmund. “I know what you mean.”
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i love this as an edmund character study! -
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Even weeds need to grow.
Susan looks up, and keeps her eyes open during the prayers.
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06 Sep 2024
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"I'm lonely, Su," Lucy confesses, her cheeks pink with the cheap Swiss booze. She leans back, studying her blunt, unpainted nails, the scar across her index finger from a scalpel incident in nursing school. "I'm terribly - terribly - awfully lonely."
So am I.
"So am I," Susan says and it feels like defeat. No matter who she takes to bed, no matter who she shares a smile with in a crowded place, no matter no matter; they all think she's mental. Controlling, up herself, or maybe if they get deeper they think she's fucked in the head telling fairy-stories about her and her siblings she should have dropped a decade ago.
So am I.
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i love answering the problem of susan with "what if she chose not to believe with her eyes wide open?" love also the depiction of the sibling relationship in this, so complex and multi-faceted and full of aching but also with perseverance - it feels true to them and all the terrible things they've been through in a searingly honest yet wonderfully compassionate way -
Many Are Thy Wonderful Works by neverfaraway
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types
05 Jul 2013
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Aslan has asked a lot of the Pevensie children.
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02 Sep 2024
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Edmund used to kneel at the foot of his bed every evening. He didn’t know why – he suspected the kneeling really had very little to do with it, but his prep school habits were still proving ridiculously difficult to shake. Once a King of Narnia, always a King of Narnia, he used to repeat to himself every night before bed, before praying, mindful of Aslan’s instructions to them on the beach at the end of the World.
“Jesus,” he would begin, and then, for good measure: “God, Our Father, Our Lord.”
“I know I’ve been terribly selfish, not being grateful for all the years we had in Narnia as Kings and Queens. I am grateful. I only wish we could have had more time. Or rather, I wish we could have had a different time, because then – ”
Sometimes, after a meeting of the Friends of Narnia, he would bow his head low over his clasped hands and say, “I don’t really mind being back here. I don’t even mind the years we never got to spend in Narnia. I understand that we had to come back here, to live our lives in England. Susan’s managing very well, I sometimes wish I found it as easy as her, and Peter tries hard to get on. But Narnia means the whole world to Lucy, and even though she puts a brave face on it stuck here it’s as though she’s... wilting in front of us. She pines for Narnia, and I know she thinks she’ll go back again one day, and I wish... Please, if I could have one wish, I’d want Lucy to get to go back. I wish that more than anything, even if it means that I never get to see Narnia again.”
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love the writing and characterization in this, it honors the original source material so well while breathing new life into it; love the sibling relationships, each dynamic so well-drawn and sharply imagined; love edmund's pov and how he gets to have uglier moments full of pain and mourning beyond his ostensible years; the grief, the frustration, the love, the painful hope, and then the joy of being reunited with loved and lost ones, this strikes a balance between all the emotions i wanted a post-narnia fic to explore incredibly well, it's all i could ask for in a story that explores the psyche of an edmund freshly returned from his last visit to narnia -
<a pattern in the system> A Bullet In The Gun by myrmidryad
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
28 Apr 2013
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Les Mis cyberpunk/future/space au.
“Can you take the controls for a bit?” Feuilly said casually. “Don’t let Bahorel near the guns.”
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14 Apr 2024
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“Grantaire –” A hand on his shoulder pulled him around again, and Enjolras was there when he turned, right in front of him, their chests almost touching. What was he doing? Grantaire breathed shallow and quick, not quite daring to meet Enjolras’ eyes again as he moved a fraction closer, hand tightening on Grantaire’s shoulder. He leaned forward until their noses brushed against each other and said, “This isn’t in case we die.”
Grantaire swallowed and pulled back enough to look at him properly. “Then what is it?”
“In case we live.”
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love some good cyberpunk/space worldbuilding, love ensemble cast vibes with povs from everyone, love heartpounding stakes with emotionally satisfying resolutions -
always find me floating on oceans by RsCreighton, samyazaz, SomethingIncorporeal
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
10 Sep 2018
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"They say you steal women."
Éponine leans her shoulder against the doorframe and arches one brow high. "Do they, now?"
The woman flushes, a true blush rising high beneath the rouged one that's been dusted across her cheeks. Her throat works in silence for a moment before she finds her voice again. "When they tell tales aloud, that's what they say. When they tell them in whispers, they say something else. They say you take them on, and take them out to sea, and show them what it means to truly be free. They say you'll take any woman. Even ones who are outcast or fallen or, or who don't have anywhere else to turn."
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In which Éponine is a pirate queen, Cosette is a stowaway, and neither of them are at all what they expected.
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14 Apr 2024
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The sun's barely touching the horizon and has bleached nearly all the color from the sky by the time either of them speak again, and it's Éponine who breaks the silence. "What are you running towards?" she asks Cosette, the words wrenched from her as though they've been caught on a fisherman's line, and she has to look out at the waves as she does, so that Cosette's little more than an instinct shape at the very edge of her vision. She can't bear to look at Cosette. She can't bear to be looked at.
What am I? she wonders, but those words stick in her throat until she chokes on them and swallows them back down.
Cosette's quiet for a long, long moment before she responds. "Something better," she says at last, soft and horribly honest.
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yeah that's some good shit -
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There are plenty of rooms on the ship that have windows, but they've always been given to Security, and to those whom Security values or desires something from. Still, they can't keep the stars entirely to themselves. There are cleaning crews and service technicians who must be allowed in to do their jobs, and word spreads through them, in brief whispers exchanged in the corridors, in notes and hearsay and rumor.
There's a planet outside, an actual planet.
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- Part 1 of The Subtle Grace of Gravity
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13 Apr 2024
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Loved E's characterization and the world building in this
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In which Grantaire is an unacceptable Pylades.
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13 Apr 2024
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To his credit, Grantaire squared himself and lifted his chin with the remnants of his scalded pride. He was very nearly handsome, Enjolras thought, when he wished to be; it was only that he seldom wished to be.
“I am not so cowardly as you think,” Grantaire countered. “But I will not throw my life away where it is not wanted. ‘Don’t meddle in our affairs, Grantaire!’ ‘What are you good for, Grantaire?’ ‘Put the bottle down, Grantaire!’ Yet the kicked pup still returns to its master.” Something twitched across his face, some emotion manifesting and vanishing again in such short order that Enjolras could not read it.
“Tell me that my presence is welcome,” Grantaire persevered, “and that it is wanted, and I would force their bullets to pass through me to reach you.” He spoke each word with his eyes firmly fixed on Enjolras. He did not blink even after he had finished.
“Why?” was all Enjolras could think to ask.
“Why?” Grantaire parroted. “Why, because I believe in you, of course.”
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pitch perfect interpretation of canon. i am satisfied and also completely bereft. -
Guided By A Beating Heart by torakowalski
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil
08 Oct 2020
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Grantaire's voice curls as though he’s laughing at a private joke. “You seem… alive?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Enjolras asks. When Grantaire doesn’t answer, just shrugs, Enjolras finds himself pressing, “Why wouldn’t I be alive?”
Grantaire looks at him directly for the first time. There’s no warmth in his expression, no amusement or affection, nothing Enjolras is used to seeing there. “Why would you be? It’s been four years, dude.”
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11 Apr 2024
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oh we love complicated and flawed and heartbreaking portrayals of the effects of trauma and grief and the long and arduous process of learning how to be a person again in this house
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mise en abyme by tellthemstories
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Inception (2010), Les Misérables (2012), Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo
01 Jan 2014
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In a world where dreamsharing is illegal, Enjolras rights the world's wrongs by going into the minds of those he deems unworthy, stealing their secrets and correcting their faults. Combeferre is the steady right-hand, Courfeyrac is the greatest forger to have ever lived, and Grantaire is the only Architect that matters.
Only no one's seen Grantaire since the mess in Sicily, the Amis are split across the world, and Enjolras has spent the last four years in prison.
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08 Apr 2024
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When the five minutes are up he stops and turns, sees the expression on Grantaire’s face, the way he’s already thinking of a way to say no. When their eyes meet the question is silent, unasked, but Enjolras can read him in the dark with his eyes closed. It was always going to come down to this anyway; Combeferre’s presence was just a formality, them playing at being civil and caring what others thought when in reality it always came down to this.
To the two of them.
“I need you,” he says.
Grantaire grabs a small sketchpad from the sofa, a packet of cigarettes from the crate-table, tucks both into a pocket inside his jacket, and picks up a bottle of wine from the window ledge as they leave. He doesn’t look back.
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“Why don't we have a magical doorway that permits entry only to the pure of heart?” Cosette leans, more wistfully than the situation calls for, across the counter. “Imagine how much more relaxed our jobs would be.”
“I don't think they would be, given that our alterations tailor wouldn't be able to enter the store anymore,” Éponine says drily, but there's a softness to her tone, so Cosette is still on her good side.
“Montparnasse can use the back door. Or you'll lend him your overcoat; cloak him in goodness.”
Éponine bites back a smile, and it feels like a victory. “I'm sure he'd love that.”(In which Cosette will make sure no one in her bridal boutique is unhappy if it's the last thing she does, Éponine refuses to express an Emotion, and Bahorel has no intentions of bettering himself.)
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06 Apr 2024
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Cosette says, softer now, “I cried during Zaira's fitting.”
The tension picks up for a moment, even if Éponine's voice, when it comes, is gentle as always. “I'm sorry,” she says, and it is strange to feel so known – only Éponine would understand that there had to be more to a few tears shed in a dressing room while fitting someone else's wedding dress. She adds, careful not to make the question an obligation, “Why?”
Because what she said made me feel lonely, thinks Cosette, but that's not the reason. Because she probably speaks my mother's native language, and I don't. Because she understood that she never wanted to be parted from someone, so she asked that girl for permission, and the girl agreed.
“I don't know,” she says, and is frightened to understand that she means it. She is more frightened, briefly, to hear how fragile her voice sounded on those last three words, but then the tension in Éponine's shoulder drains away, and takes with it Cosette's anxiety.
“Okay,” says Éponine quietly. Her arm comes around Cosette's shoulders, and a hand finds her hair, fingertips brushing through it in small circles, and Cosette wants to save this feeling and guard it closely, like a secret, like an escape, for as long as she can. Éponine's arm tightens around her. “Okay.”
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things we found on our way by lyres for laurore
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
07 Apr 2020
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“Hey, would you like to DJ?” Cosette says after flicking one-handed through Top 40 stations for a while, keeping her left hand on the wheel.
Éponine isn't entirely confident she can put together a playlist fitting the occasion. “Sure,” she says nonetheless, and reaches for her phone. Her chats are muted: it's not like she has answers for anyone wanting to know what the hell is going on, anyway.
She opens Spotify. New playlist: Abducted By My Crush. First song: Olivia Newton-John, Hopelessly Devoted to You.(In which a conversation about her past leads Cosette to get into a car and head south - and to drag along Éponine, who only marginally signed up for all this.)
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06 Apr 2024
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Earlier, Éponine stumbled over something. It felt clumsy and strange, the act of undressing in the same room; there was still a choreography to it, a half-turning away and a played nonchalance when a shirt was stripped off. It's always felt off to Éponine, this generalised assumption that all girls would feel natural and happy changing around each other. The few times she stayed in a school long enough to learn the names of other girls, she avoided sharing changing rooms with them, and that was that. She didn't like the idea of anyone seeing her body, but far more than that, her own quiet urge to look frightened her, and that it would be easy to ignore or could not even exist didn't seem to her like a natural assumption at all.
Cosette is different in two ways: Éponine wants to be seen by her; and Éponine wants desperately, for the first time that she remembers, to forgive herself for wanting to see.
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i cannot believe such an incredible roadtrip fic was achieved in under FIVE THOUSAND WORDS.