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“That’s a code orange,” Grantaire said, staring as Bahorel floated over to the bridge to check it. “Immediate return.”
The crew of the Musain rejoins the Corinthe to discover that Enjolras was trapped in an impossible room on an abandoned spaceship for what was two hours to everyone else, and eight and a half months for him. While he was in there, not expecting to see any of them ever again, he wrote each of them a farewell letter.
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08 Oct 2026
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You gave me chocolates. A small box that must have cost you a small fortune. You tried to make me promise not to share them, because you’d already given everyone else those candied medallions and the chocolates were just for me. And I still insisted you have one for yourself, and we stood together in the galley like children, licking our fingertips and grinning at each other. I can’t stop remembering it, trying to savour it the way I savoured those chocolates.
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I stay in this antechamber both out of fear of getting lost again, and desperate hope that one day the door will open and I’ll see you and the others. You’ll rescue me, and I’ll never take anything for granted or let opportunities pass me by ever again.
-Enjolras's letter made me cry holy shit this poor man 😭😭💔💔
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So he’d been having more nightmares, and he’d tried to medicate with alcohol. It had happened before, but this time Bossuet and Musichetta weren’t content with promises and placations, and in truth, neither was Grantaire. It had been almost twenty years since he’d left the village. Was he supposed to live like this for the rest of his life, haunted by a place he could hardly remember?
Once he’d decided, the others wouldn’t let him change his mind. They changed direction at the next crossroads and started heading east, heading for Carentan.
In an effort to confront the source of his nightmares, Grantaire returns to his childhood village in order to burn down his father's old house and get some closure. When he arrives, he discovers that in order to do that he'll have to provide a new home for the family now living there, and though he can afford the expense, he has to lodge with the mayor's son, Enjolras, while he waits for building to be completed.
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30 Mar 2022
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God. //Fuck// this was good. I want this printed just so that I can fill it with sticky notes and break down every single word and phrase.
The horror aspect of it was *chef's kiss*
There was just enough description to give the horror a body. The cellar felt otherworldly, yet so grounded in reality it was disconcerting (eldritch abomination perhaps?). All that fear and trauma built up with Grantaire's nightmares, so vivid and raw. So much so to the point of wanting to end his life. I felt my heart twinge reading those moments.
The character relationships and dynamics were also so well-written and fun. I'm running out of characters but yeah :'-) Good ❤️
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How his father would have raged to see him play like this, here in Carentan. The thought startled a laugh from him, happily defiant of the old man’s memory. He was here; he hadn’t stopped playing. Not even beaten, bruised fingers had stopped him. He was playing every note right, the strain in his arms and the light pain in his fingers sweet and good.
He had his violin tucked under his chin and friends at his sides. His father could rot in hell and Grantaire would take the time tomorrow to go and spit on his grave just because he could.
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He offered to come and help, and wound up on the receiving end of the gentlest let-down speech he’d ever heard. The realisation that it hadn’t been his idea to stay behind didn’t even penetrate his brain until a few minutes after Cosette had left.“Art in motion,” Musichetta said, grinning at his befuddled look. “I like her.”
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“If you and your…” Joly glanced over at Musichetta and blushed a little. “If you two share a bed, I have room for you at my house.”Bossuet’s smile was something Grantaire didn’t think he’d ever seen before, surprised and charmed and warm all at once. “If we wouldn’t be imposing, we’d love to.” He and Joly didn’t look away from each other, and Enjolras cleared his throat, glancing at Grantaire.
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It was waiting for him, waiting for the next time he got too close, and when he stepped into its shadow it would draw him in, in, in. Up the porch steps, in through the front door, all the way to the parlour where the open cellar door would gape.He curled into a ball and shivered, wishing for the sun to rise.
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It’s the mayor,” Grantaire pleaded, lowering his voice – Feuilly was bound to respect Valjean as much as his son, after all. “You don’t think it’d be awkward?”“Will Cosette be there?” Marius asked, and glared at them when they all turned to grin at him, even Grantaire. “What? It’s just a question.”
“Well we have to go now,” Musichetta said wickedly. “I want to see Pontmercy in action. Have you ever wooed a girl before, Marius?”
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“Takes all types to make a world,” Fantine recited, taking a second helping of dessert.
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“I’m glad you’ve come back,” Joly called through. “There’s a huge spider in my bedroom, and I daren’t enter while it’s made camp.”“What did you do before we came along?” Bossuet asked, laughing.
“Ceded territory, of course. I hardly have two functioning legs – I can’t defend myself against a creature with eight! Why do you think the spare bedroom upstairs is a spare?”
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“It went to a vote. Most people agreed that it was the right thing to do, especially when they were asked to seriously consider whether she deserved to die alone and hungry just because she had no family to care for her in her old age. No one deserves that. No one should ever have to go hungry or cold if the community has the ability to help them.”
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“Would’ve saved me a lot of time and money,” he muttered, shrugging in the face of Enjolras’ irritated look. “It would’ve done. My best case scenario was coming back to find you’d already pulled it down.”Jehan gestured to him in triumph. “You see? You can take the woodsman out of the forest, but you can’t take the forest out of the woodsman. He remembers how it should be done.”
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Joly invited him back to his house, and Grantaire wound up making a long, embarrassing speech about Bossuet and Musichetta’s many virtues and vices before practically fleeing the poor doctor’s company.
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“You’re atrocious!” Musichetta scowled. “You’re always going slowly, always worrying about me, always just!” She waved a furious hand. “There! You never go away!”“I love you too.” Bossuet said dryly. “It doesn’t solve the Joly problem though.”
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It was no less than he deserved. Seventeen years of his life lost to fear and pain, and what punishment had his father suffered for treating him so?Burial by strangers.
He breathed heavily, crouched over the grass, and felt his anger begin to ebb away. When he died, he would be buried by friends.
[The absolute catharsis I felt after Grantaire obliterated the marker--]
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put up with me then I'll make you see by hyenateeth for nattoki
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
23 Dec 2014
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“You’re doing that quiet thoughtful judge-y thing again,” grumbled Enjolras, moodily flipping the page of her political science textbook. “I don’t like that.”
“I am not.”
“You so are-”
“I’m just wondering,” interrupted Combeferre, the barely suppressed laugh in his voice evident. “How she went from that damn noisy girl upstairs to I want to get Grantaire a Christmas present in just a few months.”
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Grantaire is cursed to remember everything, living in apocalypses over and over. oh yeah, and he's cursed to have wonderful, stupidly selfless, morally righteous friends who die every single time. Oh yeah also he's in love with Enjolras, who never remembers him. He's doing great actually, thanks for asking.
And even though it literally never worked before, he can't help from hoping that maybe this time will finally be the time he gets to save his friends. Oh yeah, and the world.
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done with having dreams by loyaulte_me_lie
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil
29 Mar 2019
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"He’s been seven years with neither hide nor hair of them, seven years to relax, to get complacent, to stop looking over his shoulder as much as he’d used to. Fuck. He’s got to get Enjolras out right now. "
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assassins + magic + adorable children + e/r failing at communicating. what could possibly go wrong?
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- Part 1 of the heart is a muscle
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13 Jan 2022
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Just because he doesn’t read philosophy and eat kale (he saw that in the fridge and his opinion of Enjolras sunk like the Titanic) doesn’t mean that he’s an idiot. “I’m going to paint.”
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He makes his brain start picturing Bossuet falling over drunk and decides to draw that instead. Much better for his sanity.
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there’s a slow burn of something Enjolras hasn’t said turning the air golden like burnt sugar, but he’s damned if he knows what it is.
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and shuffled off into the kitchen to give her some privacy. Children deserve it just as much as adults do.
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“So yes,” Enjolras concludes, “communism as an ideology is far too idealistic to be implemented in a pure form, but the principles can and have been in some historical circumstances used as a guiding framework for a fairer and more egalitarian society.”“If you don’t get cockblocked by the capitalists and neoliberals. Not every politician is as geared towards fairness as you are.”
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“I’m sure there are. It’s not my remit, but I hope the DGSI are making sure they’re hunted down and thrown in jail - murder never solves any kind of problem.”
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Joly texts him a video of Bossuet with a bright orange starfish that matches his swimming trunks with the caption that he trod on an anemone two seconds afterwards in traditional Bossuet style. There’s another photo of Musichetta looking extremely glamorous in a green bikini with some form of cocktail.
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“It’s not Dad, it’s Grantaire. Can I come in and talk to you?”A considering pause. “Maybe.”
“You know I’ll only come in if it’s a firm yes. You can tell me to bugger off, if you want.”
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“You should make Finn and Poe hold hands because men should hold hands more!”
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“You’re like Bucky, looking after Steve?”“Yep, sounds about right. With you both till the end of the line, yeah?”
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Three people emerge, a woman with wild auburn ringlets, a boy with an impressive afro, and a teenage-age girl with dark hair.
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Yes, shoes off, thank you. How do you feel about tofu?”“It’s like a flubbery alien,” Grantaire says,
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Everything has an energy to it, and I literally mean everything – the words I am speaking to you have energy. The room is full of it. It’s like…another category on the electromagnetic spectrum, that we attune ourselves to see. And then depending on your specialisation, you assimilate yourself into a small part of that category, and learn to manipulate it in all kinds of ways. Make sense?”
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“Of corpse,” Bossuet says, and Joly giggles, a little high-pitched.“That was horrific, go stand in the naughty corner.”
“What naughty corner, we’re guests!”
“The fuck,” Bahorel says again. Then, to Enjolras, “you can just…do that? How?”
“Physics,” Enjolras says, calmly. “And practise.”
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“I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay. End of the line, remember?”“End of the line,” Marianne whispers back, wiping her tears off her face. “Okay.”
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People have different layers and faces they present to the world, and what’s to say Grantaire isn’t just as much as the asshole you’re in love with as the criminal you’d rather pretend didn’t exist? People are huge and complex, and the point of being in love is to choose to learn and grow with that person.
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“Our family,” Marianne corrects. “They can be yours too, if you want.”
----World building, magic system based on physics, dialogue, the plot build up, the audience not realizing certain things due to it being in Grantaire's perspective or through Enjolras's perspective, the way R's PTSD and other mental illnesses were portrayed, the political takes, the validation of character's emotions while not necessarily catering to them(if that makes sense??), everyone taking responsibility for their own actions, and the portrayal of the complexity of different relationships in a healthy, consensual way??? While also depicting the negative qualities of an abusive one??? And educating little Marianne on serious topics??
AGH!!!
NOT ONE BAD TAKE OP
NOT ONE!!!
I will be re-reading this one in future thank you very much.
And how I wish I could just pick up a physical copy of this in a bookstore ;;;;;;
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10.01.26 : Hmmmm