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awreckfics · 4 years

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Short and random exr

The work title of this was Random Pormpt in the Midst of Exams and I have totally forgotten about its existence until today, so that says a lot... anyway, I guess it’s enjoyable enough, so there you go

“Well, that was quite the fight for you two” Courfeyrac appeared next to Grantaire, leaning casually against his table. Grantaire – already smelling something shady about Courfeyrac’s appearance – looked around in the room for someone to save him from his friend but it was only the two of them around. Everybody else was getting up from their seats and filing towards the bar, since Enjolras had decided to close his and Grantaire’s last argument by screaming the meeting is over, before storming back to his place next to Combeferre. The end of the meeting meant it was time to go over to the bar and order something for their usual post-meeting socializing.

All of the amis seemed to oblidge to this unwritten rule except for Grantaire – who already had a drink on the table before him – and Courfeyrac, who decided to interrogate the poor drunkard instead of his usual bar run for some reason totally beyond Grantaire.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it was anything special” the boy shrugged after accepting the fact that he would have to face Courfeyrac’s nagging alone, taking another sip from his beer. “Though, on a second thought, I did spice it up a bit this time. I don’t remember ever supporting an opinion that was entirely mine in these arguments of ours. That was actually quite scary… thinking back” he stared at the table, visibly taken aback.

“Maybe I can clear that dilemma up for you” Courfeyrac leaned closer excitedly. “Change your opinion about it, so you don’t agree with it anymore.”

“Oh, that’s very heroic of you Courf, but you can’t. Sadly, it is true. I do never regret bets. If I win, I get money or other useful services, or I get to say I told you so, which is very satisfying because it gives me a feeling of superiority I rarely get to feel, since as my friends might say I undersell myself or as I say, I’m a lesser human than most. And if I lose, I still get a moderately good story to tell about it, which makes it easier to make friends, cause hey, a man with poor conversation skills gotta cope. But you know all that, since you’ve heard Enjolras scream at me about this quite recently.”

“Okay, if that’s so, I bet you I can make you make a bet that you will regret” Courfeyrac added as an afterthought. “I realize it might sound confusing. But you get the idea, right?”

“Yeah, I think I do. And if I refuse this bet, you’ve kind of won it already” Grantaire nodded appreciatively. “Well played, but I am not one to give up without a fight. Actually, I sometimes am” he reconsidered. “But not with bets. Out with it! What shall I bet on with who?”

“Oh, I so hoped you would say that” Courfeyrac’s eyes lit up. “Enjolras!” he singed, waving at the boy in question to come over, which was quite frankly a bit intimidating and made Grantaire think Courfeyrac might just be onto something, but he had dug this hole to himself, so he forced his features into a lazy smile and leaned back on his chair.

“What?” Enjolras asked as he approached them.

“Grantaire wants to make a bet with you” Courfeyrac smiled.

“No” the man in question answered flatly, before moving to go back to the others.

“He wants to bet you to get by on twenty-eight hours of sleep at a week, sleeping only two hours at night and two when you get home from work. And, if you do that, he will shut up and listen to the meetings without disruption for a month” Courfeyrac added, which made the leader stop in his tracks.

“Really?” he turned to Grantaire, obviously suspicious.

“Sure” the man shrugged, though he really didn’t know how he would shut up for a month if it eventually came to that.

“And what do I have to do if I lose?” Enjolras asked.

Grantaire glanced at Courfeyrac, who just shrugged (not helpful), so he settled on…

“Nothing.”

“Ah, well, I don’t see why you would want to take part in this bet, but fine, I’m in” Enjolras nodded, before going back to the bar.

“I don’t see why you would want me to do this either” Grantaire turned back to Courfeyrac.

“Oh, just you wait” was the only answer he got that night.

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One week later, Courfeyrac announced a party at his flat, which was mandatory and sounded a bit dreadful if you asked Grantaire. He still didn’t understand why he would regret making the bet with Enjolras. All that changed over the course of the week was that Enjolras became a bit more irritable then a lot less coherent. If Courfeyrac thought any of those symptoms would bother Grantaire he was very wrong, because the more irritable the Enjolras, the better for drunk Grantaire and incoherent Enjolras was just adorable.

The party however dreadful it sounded at first, was actually pretty chill. They all sat on the floor talking and eating Mexican food that they ordered. Grantaire had even forgotten about the ongoing bet with Courfeyrac. He was in the middle of analyzing the song What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction to a mindfully listening Jehan and a confused Marius, when Enjolras suddenly draped himself over the ground, his head landing in Grantaire’s lap.

“A-A-Apollo” the man stuttered, not too gracefully. “What are you doing?”

“The time’s up” the man in question mumbled into Grantaire’s jeans. “The week’s up, I can sleep now.”

“Not to judge the decisions of a god, but why here?” Grantaire gestured at his lap, fighting to keep his voice level.

“Cause, you are my new pillow now” Enjolras muttered and the next moment he was asleep.

“Aha, and so my plan has succeeded. I believe I won our bet, R” Courfeyrac appeared as if summoned, though Grantaire was pretty sure he was in the kitchen just a moment ago.

“I haven’t regretted anything yet. The discomfort caused by a few minutes with a sleeping Apollo on my lap will hardly surpass the drunk story I can tell about this. Though, now that I said it out loud, I’m kind of panicking” he admitted, not even trying to hide the sudden horror that overcame him. Apollo sleeping in his lap? How could he possibly survive? And why was Courfeyrac’s wicked smile even wider than before?

“Oh, you think this is just for a few minutes? How long did you say Enjolras would sleep after last week, Ferre?”

“At least ten hours” Combeferre looked up from his phone, barely hiding his own smirk.

“And either you move in those hours and wake him, or just stay where you are and suffer. IN conclusion, you will regret this bet either way.”

“Oh my god” Grantaire’s eyes widened as he realized what his friend said was true. And he had walked right into his trap. “I hate you so much, Courf!”

#ENJOLTAIRE #awreckattemptstowrite #Courfeyrac #enjolras #grantaire #bets #sleepy enjolras #asshole courfeyrac #the best combination #also another story from me where Courfeyrac is the little shit friend and he enjoys it too much #what a surprise #Les Miserables #Les Mis fanfic #les miserables fanfiction #modern au #les mis modern au #les amis de l'abc #les amis #les mis

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awreckfics · 4 years

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SURPRISE! I’ve posted on my ao3 🎉

 Summary: 

For the first time in a long while, Grantaire needs someone to talk to. That somebody arrives in the unlikely form of the young daughter of the owner of Napoleon’s Hat, Eponine. 

This story is set in the same universe as the bus guy au. It explains Grantaire’s backstory a bit more, since I felt like that was something the original fic was lacking.  

I hope you will enjoy it!

#busguy!au #awreckattemptstowrite #grantaire #Eponine #Eponine Thenardier #Les Miserables #les mis #les amis de l'abc #les amis #young grantaire #young eponine #not much #enjoltaire #in this one #but check out the previous installment #winkwink #les miserables fanfiction #Les Mis fanfic

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awreckfics · 4 years

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Secret dating Enjoltaire

I randomly wrote this little thing and remembered that my tumblr was shamefully dry of content lately, so here’s a little something! Also, I love writing drunk Enjolras, it’s so much fun. Enjoy!

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Trouble, in Enjolras’s book, has always started with Courfeyrac. And this was exactly the case when he found himself falling into the sofa in Joly, Bossuet and Grantaire’s flat, uncharacteristically drunk on a Tuesday afternoon, which was probably the result of the single apple he had for lunch and the summer heat. And Courfeyrac’s damn champagne, of course.

And trouble it was, because under normal circumstances he would very much mind landing with his nose in Grantaire’s shoulder when all their friends were in the room. But given his freshly acquired alcohol courage and the realisation that Grantaire’s chest made a just as comfortable pillow as it did when there was only the two of them there, he didn’t mind it at all.

“You fine?” Grantaire pulled up one eyebrow as he looked down at him from where he was napping on his back with three pillows stuffed under his head.

“The word’s spinning” Enjolras whispered, which earned him a little chuckle from Grantaire, probably only audible to him, since he was literally pressed against his side.

“Of all the people who could have been persuaded by Courfeyrac into drinking in the middle of the day” Grantaire started as he casually moved his body to let Enjolras sink deeper into the sofa and be able to wrap his left arm around him. “I wouldn’t have bet on you.”

“I’m not the only one he persuaded” Enjolras answered, burying his face into Grantaire’s neck.

“Oh oh, man, slow down!” Grantaire pushed him away half-heartedly. “I thought you wanted this to be a secret.”

“It is a secret. I’m being sneaky.”

“No, you aren’t” Grantaire laughed. “You are just drunk.”

“How are you not drunk anyway?” Enjolras grumbled instead of admitting that he had a hard time seeing the connection between Grantaire’s two statement.

“Well, I only played one round of train. Hardly even felt anything.”

“I was trying to prove that Courfeyrac was cheating. Besides, I’m not the only one” Enjolras pushed himself up on one elbow to see most of his friends still scattered around Courfeyrac on the living room floor. Though, to be precise, most of them had long since quit to complete the train Courfeyrac had laid out.

Jehan was curled up on the carpet like a cat, dosing under a patch of light somehow making its way into the dark ally and through the dirty windows. Joly and Musichetta were both laying on Bossuet, while he ran his fingers lazily through Chetta’s hair. Marius was on his back, holding his phone high up in the air, possibly texting Cosette, possibly only able to type random letters after one another in the state he was in. Feuilly was leaning against the leg of the sofa Grantaire and Enjolras was laying on, sleeping with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring slightly. Bahorel was laying on his side and watched the last remaining and very determined player, Combeferre, shouting more and more aggressively as Courfeyrac continued to turn the cards for him.

“Higher! Lower! Lower! No way! Courf, just admit it, you are cheating somehow. The chances of that being lower…”

“Were not zero” Courfeyrac added with a wicked smile. “Do your maths, Combeferre!”

“Okay, one more time!” Combeferre clapped his hands together rather forcefully.

“Well, okay, but I’m waiting” the other boy pulled up an eyebrow.

“For what? Oh, right” Combeferre lifted the – by now surely warm – bottle of champagne from the floor and took a swing.

“Courf” Grantaire grunted from next to Enjolras. “That train should arrive at the station soon, it isn’t coming from bloody England” he advised on a voice, sober enough for Courfeyrac to shrug and reshuffle the cards.

“Fine, I’m sure Ferre will be able to get it there next time.”

“Wow, you are being responsible” Enjolras looked at the boy next to him with dreamy eyes. “I like it.”

“Should be drunk more often, forces me to step up a bit” Grantaire smiled back at him affectionately. “Besides, I like drunk you” he added.

“Higher. Yes, I did it!” Combeferre’s yell broke through the apartment, startling Marius who promptly dropped his phone on his face.

“Well, it was lovely playing with you gentlemen” Courfeyrac stood up, bones cracking. “And lady” he added as an answer to Musichetta’s grunt. “What time is it? Only four? We should play something else. R, come here!”

“On my way” Grantaire grinned and lightly slapped Enjolras’s butt as he got to his feet. “What? I can be sneaky too” he leant back to whisper with a wink, before he moved away to talk to Courfeyrac. Enjolras’s only response was rolling to his side with a groan and burying his head into one of the pillows to hide his blush.

#ENJOLTAIRE #enjolras #grantaire #drunk!enjolras #les mis #Les Miserables #les amis #les amis de l'abc #modern au #drinking games #fanfic #Les Mis fanfic #fanfiction #courfeyrac is a little shit #and yes he was cheating #but got combeferre drunk #so it was worth it #les miserables fanfiction #awreckattemptstowrite

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awreckfics · 4 years

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It happened! The bus guy au is here!

Thank you to everyone who was excited for this! Especially for @starrylittleprinces who literally cheered this story on all the way.

Also @anagramofanakin you have no idea how happy it made me that you even went back to a post to write that you were still excited for this story. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

@dealwiththefeel you got what bus guy au stands for right. Congrats! ;)

#enjoltaire #enjoltaire fanfic #Les Miserables #les mis #les amis #les amis de l'abc #les mis modern au #enjolras #grantaire #Courfeyrac #busguy!au #awreckattemptstowrite #ive been working on this for a while #so i hope you like it!

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awreckfics · 4 years

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Enjoltaire, Courferre and JBM for the ship thing!

Uuuuu a lot! Yesss

Enjoltaire

1. My take on their canon relationship:

It’s just a wonderful ride of ignored feelings, fights and tears

2. Do I ship them:

Is the snow white?

3. Reasons why I do/don’t ship them;

They are perfect together because exactly what the other one needs to help them get ahead and bring out the most from themselves. They balance each other out perfectly, Enjolras giving Grantaire motivation to get it together and the confidence that he can and Grantaire loosening up Enjolras a bit. They are also not afraid to push each other’s buttons which they both need very much.

4. Headcanon, if any:

I think they respect each other very much and support each other in every part of their lifes. They are also very snuggly and can’t sit normally next to each other they must cuddle! Enjolras is taller. Grantaire’s mom always makes Grantaire’s favorite dessert the way Enjolras likes it and it’s driving Grantaire crazy. Grantaire is always sick after they come back from dinner with Enjolras’s parents because Madame Enjolras always orders tiramisu since that was what she ordered the first time Grantaire was invited to dinner. The truth is, R is lactose intolerant and just wanted to be polite and then never gotten around to actually let Madame Enjolras know the truth. He thinks it’s might be too late by now anyway.

5. How much do I ship (%):

Uuuuu a lot.

Courferre

1. My take on their canon relationship:

I haven’t finished the brick yet and in the scenes I read so far they don’t actually interact with each other that much they are both more focused on Enjolras.

2. Do I ship them:

Yesyes😊

3. Reasons why I do/don’t ship them;

I really like them together because I imagine Courfeyrac is always being goofy and crazy and inappropriate while Combeferre just stands behind him and looks at him fondly. And Courfeyrac doesn’t mind because he’s the only one (besides maybe Enjolras) who knows that Combeferre can be all goofy and crazy and inappropriate in private, though in a very different way than he is. They go well together, it’s not hard to imagine that they could fall in love. I also like the idea of Enjolras’s best friends dating. It just gives the triumvirate’s dynamic another layer.

4. Headcanon, if any:

Well in my orchestra au I they sometimes act like Enjolras’s parents and I love writing that (that story will be finished someday). I also like the idea of them going on the funnest dates. Like they don’t just go to a restaurant they go rock climbing, to a painting class, to an interactive museum, to ballroom dance lessons. It doesn’t matter if they good at these things or not, they just love trying new things together. (I have a chapter in Twelve days of Christmas with Courfeyrac where they have a rather cute date if you are interested.) They are clearly the ultimate date master couple in my mind.

5. How much do I ship (%):

Like 80% I ship Combeferre with Eponine too (if someone asks I’ll tell why) but I don’t really like Courfeyrac paired with anyone else. It’s hard to imagine him settling down with anyone but Combeferre.

JBM

1. My take on their canon relationship:

I loooove that it’s actually hinted at in the brick, that’s so awesome

2. Do I ship them:

Oh yes

3. Reasons why I do/don’t ship them;

Come on? Who doesn’t ship them? I think they are the ship most of the fandom agrees on. I mean, you can hardly find fics where they aren’t together.

4. Headcanon, if any:

Joly and Bossuet had known each other (and R) since elementary school. They both had a crush on each other from their late high school years but always thought they were in the friend zone. Then in their early twenties Bossuet met Musichetta on Tinder and he was so relieved that he finally really REALLY liked someone else besides Joly and maybe he could finally get over him. And Joly was genuinely happy for them but since he lived together with Bossuet and Grantaire, he hung out with Musichetta a lot, even on one on one when she dropped by before Bossuet got home. And he... started to like her too? So poor Joly was freaking out and thinking he was the worth person ever for not only loving his best friend but his girlfriend too. Meanwhile Bossuet was also freaking out because he loved Chetta but his feelings for Joly just didn’t want to go away. Then one night Musichetta asked him what he thought about Joly and Bossuet genuinely thought she was going to break up with him but then she confessed she liked him as well and wondered if the three of them could go on a date together. They both agreed they never heard a better idea in their life. (This was a long ass head canon so I won’t include more)

5. How much do I ship (%):

100%

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awreckfics · 4 years

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me, absolutely feral: write more bus guy Grantaire!!! more!! more!!!

Bus guy Grantaire must sound so strange to anyone else, because you’re the only one who’s seeing the story before it’s finished.😂 I hope this will hype some people though. I feel like I’m not far from finishing it at the moment.

Anyway, I would love to invite anyone to guess what the story with bus guy Grantaire is about😂

#les miserables #les mis #fanfiction #les amis #barricade boys #les amis de l'abc #fanfic #grantaire #enjoltaire #les mis fanfic #les miserables fanfiction #awreckattemptstowrite #excited #busguy!au

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awreckfics · 4 years

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Also, I’ve finished writing the bus guy au!!!

It’s written, it’s almost 14k words, it took almost half a year. Now I only have to edit it, so it will be up on ao3 real fast from now (I mean few days real fast, I’m not a fast editor)!!!

I hope you are still excited about this! Some of you were and it made me really happy😊

#awreckattemptstowrite #les amis #les miserables #enjoltaire #modern au #grantaire #les amis de l'abc #writing #busguy!au #enjoltaire fanfic #exr fanfic #les mis fanfic #les miserables fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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awreckfics · 4 years

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“People in France just go to the sea for weekend trips. It’s not strange... they have a sea, damn it, don’t feel strange about it!”

— me at myself when I write a fic set in France and can’t comprehend the fact that some countries have access to a sea and don’t just go to a big lake for holidays

#les miserables #les mis #fanfiction #barricade boys #les amis #fanfic #les amis de l'abc #writing #writer problems #hugarian problems #why do so many countries have a beach?#hungár #awreckattemptstowrite #busguy!au

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awreckfics · 4 years

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17 or 41 for the prompt list thing ;))

Bet you didn’t see this coming 😈

Btw sore this is not my greatest thing, just a little one shot sneaked in between exam studies, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

The prompts for this are here. This is 41 with enjoltaire, because I assumed my friend here wanted exr ;) (I thought him well)

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Enjolras was furious at a lot of things. First of all, at Courfeyrac for making a drunk speech about taking chances and living life. Then Bahorel, who when asked how to talk to someone you can’t really handle talking to face to face, only shrugged and said text them. And most importantly at himself for sucking just as bad at texting to Grantaire as at talking to him.

Because obviously that was what it all boiled down to. Grantaire. Or more specifically: asking out Grantaire. It shouldn’t have been this big of a deal. He knew Grantaire wouldn’t make fun of him if he wasn’t interested or something, but it somehow felt more stressful then anything he had ever done, and he couldn’t escape the feeling that he was going to embarrass himself somehow.

And oh, he almost forgot the other person he was furious at… Combeferre, who when Enjolras called him after sitting in front of his computer for almost half an hour with his chat with Grantaire open and worked himself up to the verge of a panic attack, had advised him to just take a deep breath, be blunt and write down what he wanted, then quickly hit send before he could overthink it.

So, this is how the sentence ‘I would love to sleep with you’ ended up in Grantaire’s inbox. And now Enjolras was staring at that traitorous little bubble surrounding the words, unable to take them back. And the worst thing was that it wasn’t even what he wanted. He wanted so much more. Sleeping with Grantaire wasn’t the most important part. He wanted to wake up next to him, and snuggle with him and kiss his nose when it got red from the cold and watch him paint with his head in his lap, listen to their friends talking with his chin resting on top of Grantaire’s head, going to rallies hand in hand.

But of course, what made its way into his text was how he would have loved to sleep with him. That and that alone. Just his style.

“Be blunt Enjolras, they said…” he muttered to himself as he pulled out his phone with shaking hands. How did he manage to get so nervous about this?

“Courf, I have a problem? I ruined it. I wrote something I shouldn’t have” he said with one breath as soon as his friend picked up the phone.

“Is it bad? Please don’t tell me that you wrote your strongly worded letter to the school board too strongly worded! We have talked about this” Courfeyrac answered, apparently not put out by the lack of greetings.

“What? No, this isn’t for the school board, it’s for Grantaire” Enjolras answered, which was a true testament to how out of it he was. He made a point of not admitting his crush on Grantaire to Courfeyrac for self-preserving purposes.

“What the hell? Then why are you so panicked? I don’t think there’s a wrong thing to write to R. He literally never takes anything seriously. Now, if you excuse me, I have important things to do.”

“But” Enjolras tried one more time.

“No but. If it’s really that bad, just say that it was autocorrect. Bye!” he hung up quickly, probably continuing whatever series he paused for the sake of the call.

Autocorrect. That’s actually a great idea. Enjolras set out to type his next message immediately, not keen on wasting anymore time.

Engels: Damn auto-correct… I meant meet. I would love to meet with you. *meet. For amis stuff…

Okay, situation handled, he could finally lean back and think about other things. Not like he could, until Grantaire actually answered, but he could at least pretend to be watching TED talks and having a normal night, void of any inspirations Courfeyrac’s drunk speech might give to one.

Of course, all act of pretence was gone the second his phone pinged fifteen minutes later as he all but threw himself at it. What? No one saw it, no one can prove it.

R: Don’t worry, it can be both. Yk I’m always up for a challenge ;)

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awreckfics · 5 years

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what's your fav headcanon to write?

My orchestra au, hands down!🎻🎶🎶

I know I’m not so much writing it at this point but sometimes I think about it with longing, - and let me tell you (just the internet in general) - it will be finished someday! It will be finished!

Also, if you are looking up my ao3 for it right now for some reason, know that there’s a lot more of it written than that one chapter... just saying cause I’m proud of it. *sobbing* my baby

#ask #head canon ask #les mis fanfic #les miserables #les mis #fanfiction #les amis #barricade boys #fanfic #les amis de l'abc #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #les mis headcanons #awreckattemptstowrite #sequences #orchestra au

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awreckfics · 5 years

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Comments like this are the best. It’s such a cool feeling to know that someone reacted to your writing as you react to your favorite stories.

If you don’t want to leave comments like this because “they make no sense”, “the author wouldn’t care for that” please don’t think so! Don’t get me wrong, I. Love complex comments but these incoherent screams are just as good.

#leave comments #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #comments give life #awreckattemptstowrite #looove the compliments

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awreckfics · 4 years

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I kind of want to post a few paragraphs of the fic I worked on today🤔

#well #maybe if this post gets any reaction #also yeah im writing again #its been over a month #and im so excited #awreckattemptstowrite #les miserables fanfiction

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awreckfics · 4 years

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My sister made fanart for this fic of mine! It’s for this scene:

[Courfeyrac is filming as he walks into the living room, which is filled with light and birds are chirping outside. Enjolras and Grantaire are still sleeping on the opened couch. Enjolras is turned towards Grantaire, so their cuffed hands could lie in the middle comfortably. Enjolras’s fingertips scrape Grantaire’s wrist lightly. Enjolras is sleeping with his mouth slightly open, his hair is draped out around his head. His other hand lays between him and Grantaire on the bed, just a few inches from Grantaire’s side. His blanket is covering him from the waist down. Grantaire is sleeping on his back. His blanket is also pushed down to his waist. His left hand is laying on his pillow over his head. His fingertips touch the end of Enjolras’s hair. Courfeyrac gives out a shrieking sound behind the camera. The time in the corner of the picture reads 9:00.]

Courfeyrac (from behind the camera): Aw, how cute! Good morning guys! Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine!

[Enjolras slowly blinks open his eyes, which widen as he sees Grantaire laying on the bed beside him, then quickly flick over to Courfeyrac. He growls at him then goes back to watch Grantaire with a soft smile on his face. Grantaire rolls to his side to face Enjolras, still not opening his eyes. His left hand goes up to rub his eyes. He blinks up at Enjolras, then Courf.]

Grantaire (groaning): Don’t film this, you monster! Go, make us coffee instead!

[Courfeyrac laughs behind the camera.]

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There are a few artistic changes but it’s just perfect 😍

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awreckfics · 4 years

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Let’s all hope I can finish the bus guy!R au this week!!!🤞🏻🤞🏻

#hopehope #i just wanted to put this out there #maybe it will help me to hold myself accountable #awreckattemptstowrite #busguy!au

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awreckfics · 4 years

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When your project partners are being responsible and messaging you things like “I’ll finish my part of the project today, I think” and you pull up your fic and start editing it anyway. Dead calm. I don’t have a soul left.

#my posts are getting out of control #i am ruined #awreckattemptstobusiness #awreckattemptstolife #awreckattemptstowrite

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awreckfics · 4 years

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I’m cleaning my room and found self-made illustrations for my stories!!!! Maybe I should do some for my currents as well🤔

#awreckattemptstowrite #this happens when you clean your room

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