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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part 16
Summary: Things…take a turn for Enjolras and his girl.
Notes/Warning: 18 & over please! This is a long chapter!
Reader is roughed up by Royal French soldiers, fingering, PV sex, implied soft!dom Enjolras, implied/squint breeding!kink with Enjolras, old school/dated thoughts about the male body, overall angst.
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French Translations
My sweet angel. - Mon doux ange
Allow me to look upon your beauty. - Permettez-moi de contempler votre beauté.
But angel, but love I may be facing battle tomorrow and make you widower by days end. - Mais mon ange, mais mon amour, je pourrais affronter la bataille demain et te rendre veuf d'ici la fin des jours.
By a lie, a man... annihilates his dignity as a man —- Quote from Immanuel Kant
“Enjolras, my dear comrade look I understand he meant alot to you.” Grantaire pressed his lips together, Enjolras saw a sympathetic look washed over his comrade’s face. “He also helped where he could.”
The man glanced at the others before he looked back up at him. “But in the end, how does his passing effect us?”
Annoyance curled hotly in the pit of Enjolras’s stomach. He pushed himself off where he had been perching and walked over. “Simply, Lamarque was one of the last heroes of old that stood for the common man.”
Some of the men nodded, a few shrugged.
“Look,” Enjolras continued. “the people are just looking for reason to raise up. If we can get the Royal army to do something, perhaps we can provoke them and the people will come to our cause.”
“It’s never that easy.” His friend waved his hand around dismissively. “We’d do that and die.” Grantaire continued and crossed his arms in front of himself.
Enjolras leaned on the table, it creaked under this weight. He lowered his voice. “There’s bound to be a huge demonstration at his funeral. If we plan this right, what we will do now, will make history. France will finally be on its way to being a better place.”
******
With your heart in your throat, you hurried down the stairs and out of the building. How you would have loved to look up and see Enjolras’s face one more time but he had said that would not be a good idea. The quicker you got to the market and back home the better, he had said. You agreed. As you crossed the small courtyard your grip on the sack tightened while your heart squeezed.
You were grateful that the market was a few blocks away. Once there, you finally took a moment to stop, you had grown breathless in your haste. Glancing around, you were surprised at the number of tables that were already set up at that early hour.
Finding one to your liking you went over and found some soft sweet treats. These would be perfect for good cover. The seller wrapped them up and you gently placed them in your sack before turning and finally heading back home. You had never been away from home by yourself for so long. It was exciting.
******
Enjolras was helping to prepare. The guns, he and his comrades had needed to be cleaned. There could be no mistakes, no mishaps. He still had not taken a moment to properly mourn the passing of the man who had been like a second father to him. There was no time for sentiment. He would mourn later.
The bristles of the brush scrapped against the metal, taking away any dust or dirt. The oil cleaned what had grown dull. With a few quick moves, once again the gun was reassembled and ready to defend the life of the man who carried it. Enjolras did this with a rhythm. In the back of his mind he kept track of how many he had taken apart, cleaned and rebuilt. As the number grew, the more relaxed he grew for what would take place at the funeral.
“Enjolras,” He felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched. “Enjolras.” The man repeated his named. He resisted making a sound of exasperation. Turning to finally see who it was and he smiled at the barman.
“Despiat? Early isn’t it?” Enjolras let out a sound of amusement but which was actually more of a twisted laugh. As he looked the lanky, barman up and down.
The man nodded. “Drinks and merriment are for later.” His mouth form a line. “But I wanted to give you what I could.”
That’s when Enjolras saw the small wooden box in the man’s worn hands.
******
A small smile played on your lips, as you tightened your shawl around your shoulders. You felt good, you secured the sweets and would be home shortly. The cover you and Enjolras had come up with was perfect.
Finally, you were not terribly far from home so as you walked along you let yourself relax. Memories of the night before swirled around in your minds eye.
You felt as your cheeks flushed at the memories. You were a real woman now you supposed, a small smile play on your lips. Images of him over you, blossomed in your mind’s eye. His curls were in disarray, you could practically feel the warmth of his breath. It made you tingle all over. Your fingertips could still feel the scruffiness his facial hair. You had fallen asleep with your fingers entwined, that had been nice.
A warmth had come over as your heart picked up its pace.
A scream was wrenched from you as hands grabbed you and felt yourself being pulled away. You began to struggle and laughter filled your ears. “Let me go!” You managed.
Your wind was knocked out of you as the banged you against as wall. Terrified, you looked around, they had pulled you into an alley.
“So what is a pretty girl like you walking the streets alone?”
You swallowed as you looked up at your assailants. Fear wrapped itself around your heart. Two royal soldiers were looming above you. Words got stuck in your mouth.
“Answer me.”
You looked from one to the other. Pain flashed hot as it burst across your face. The silent one smacked you. Without thinking you dropped the sack and placed a hand to your cheek.
“Don’t make me ask you again.” The one sneered.
“I…I was just grabbing something sweet for my mama, she’s ill.”
“So that’s whats in here.” The silent one finally spoke, holding up the sack.
“Yes. Please don’t.” You grabbed at it.
“Please don’t what?” The solider held up the sack, cackling.
“My mama is ill.” Your voice cracked.
You watched as they leaned together, one opened the sack. The one who spoke first looked at you. “There is more then one in there.”
“Yes.” You would not cry, you would not cry ; you repeated to yourself.
“Do you have more then one mama?”
Confusion filled you. You looked from one to another.
You yelped they pushed you against the wall.
“No, why?”
“You have more then one sweet in there.”
“That was…” You looked down, you knew what would happen now. Your heart sank.
“What girl we didn’t hear you?” You winced as one grabbed your upper arm.
You eyes flew up to look at him.
“Ow!” The solider howled and let go of your arm, you fell back against the wall.
You glanced over, your eyes widened when you saw Gavroche. He was throwing rocks.
“Run, girl!” He exclaimed and he threw a few more rocks. He glanced towards you and then back at the soldiers, he threw a more rocks. They forgot about you. The two of them turned and moved closer towards him. He turned and ran, they followed like dogs on a hunt.
******
Greta’s bony fingers tilted your face up to look it over. “You were so foolish.” She said in a huff, then pulled you close.
You desperately wanted to run away. You wanted to scream.
“Next time, come to me and I will bake something special for the you and your mother.”
“I know. I know.”
“Now go and lay down you must be in an awful state.” The old woman pulled back, her features finally softening. “We will not tell her.”
Your eyes watered. “Yes. Thank you.”
Taking the back stairs two at time, you were upstairs and at the door to your room in no time. Though, on the tips pf your toes, holding your breath you went to the closed door of your mama’s room. Your breathing was still was heavy but significantly better then its been in ages. With that giving you some comfort you went back to your room.
*******
Enjolras, sat with a book in front of him. He was in his usual corner of the tavern. Glancing out the window, he could see the sun day finally began to hang low in the sky. Part of him was eager to run, go and see you. Not caring what it would cause or do. Last night, he had pledged himself to you.
His concern over what may unfold around him, gave him pause. You were the reason for this. Sure, he had meant all he said to his comrades, to the others for them to harness their fears so that tomorrow could bring them a victory.
So with the sun setting and shadows stretching across the cobblestone streets, he read from a book the general had given him shortly after meeting. It had helped shaped him into the man he was today. It was a book, that shared philosophy of Immanuel Kant. The pages had grown worn from how many times he had read and read it. There was never a time this book didn’t give him a lesson or made him face some uncomfortable part of himself.
When he picked up the book today, he was hoping for a final moment of guidance. As his eyes moved across the sentences, he could practically hear the general’s voice. He remembered their past discussions.
His heart stilled as he read, By a lie, a man... annihilates his dignity as a man. As strong as if you were before him, he could see you in his mind’s eye.
“Enjolras, Enjolras.”
Inwardly he sighed, he should have stayed at the boarding house. A few moments alone, was all he truly wanted. Turning, he placed his finger in and closed the book around it.
“Yes, Gavroche.”
“It’s, it’s…” The young boy struggled and took several deep breathes.
“Calm down, I am sure everything is alright.” Enjolras could already feel a knot form in the pit of his stomach.
The boy shook his head. “No Enjolras, it’s the girl.” He scratched the back of his head, swallowing again. “The girl you had me walk home. Royal guards were roughing her up.”
Enjolras jumped to his feet. Distantly, he realized the book fell to the floor. He reached for it and stuffed it into his coat.” “What happened? Did they take her away.”
The boy shook his head. “No, I was walking by. I saw what was happening. I threw rocks at them.” The boy stood a little taller, and beamed up at him.
“What happened then?” His mouth grew dry.
“They gave chase.”
Enjolras looked the boy up and down. He appeared alright.
“I gave them the slip.” He cackled. “I waited and waited before finally creeping out from where I hid. I came straight from there to see you.”
Enjolras glanced behind them and then back at the boy.
“Tell the comrades, I had an urgent matter and will be back soon.”
******
After walking back to your room, you shed your soiled dress. In only your chemise exhaustion washed over you. You barely pulled your boots off when you fell fast asleep.
For the first time in what felt like far too long, Greta tended to you in your room. She felt your mama’s thoughts had best to remain clam. So what happened between and the soldiers would remain between the two of you. She served you lunch and then dinner in your room.
Still grappling all that you had to gone through emotionally, time was foggy with sleep. The soldiers had done put you in quite the emotional state.
With your mind and thoughts finally clear, it was an inky sky outside your window that greeted you. Feeling stifled, you tore your blankets aside. You legs felt wobbly as you began to pace. You didn’t know what to do. Should you go to the tavern looking for Enjolras or should you stay here. Sure, he said he’d visit in the garden but that was before the soldiers and what Gavroche did.
Wincing, you bit your lip. On quiet steps, grabbing a candle you went into the room reserved for bathing. Upon seeing your reflection, you clasped your hand over your mouth.
Your cheek was swollen; a bruise was forming where he had stuck your face. Tears prickled your eyes. The light flickered from the candle as your hand had begun to tremble. You immediately put the candle down. Brushing your sleeves aside, you chewed on your bottom lip as you saw the shadow of a bruises forming on your arms.
If you were honest with yourself there was also a soreness between your legs. Without thinking, you placed a hand there. Gently cupping yourself, you winced but oddly it felt good. Inhaling sharply and closing your eyes, scattered moments of the intimacy you shared with Enjolras, came to you. Your heartbeat grew faster.
Holding yourself brought a strain from your arms. You wondered if it was because of the bruises that circled your upper arms. You safely assumed that since they pushed you harshly against the stone wall, there was probably the smudges of bruises there as well.
The memory of the soldiers replaced the wonderful memories with Enjolras and it made your stomach churn.
Enjolras! You gasped. Would Gavroche tell him, you wondered. Oh, had Gavroche even been able to get away. You made a wish and truly hoped he had. You had to know.
Reaching up you brought down some powder. Mama, had used it when parties and dinner among friends lit up and filled this house with laughter and loud discussions. She loved, to look as pristine as possible. You smiled at the memory.
Father always told her she was his lovely doll, that she didn’t need any of the the powder or the rouge but she clung on hard to these traditions. Now, though to protect the heart of her beloved, you began dusting body your body. Before going back to your room and sprinkling some of the perfumed powder on, you gave your cheeks a kiss from the rouge.
******
He should just go to the front door, he wanted to take you away from here. Away from all of this. At this moment, he could not. Especially, with what would take place tomorrow, he couldn’t.
Once in the garden and after he dusted himself off. Seeing a few pebbles, he grabbed those. He saw what he hoped, was the flickering light of a candle, this he had to risk. He threw a few of them at your window. You didn’t come to the window, but the candle didn’t snuff out. His heart threatened to burst from his chest. He threw a few more.
His heart squeezed as he saw you come to the window. Turning, he went to lean against the will, he exhaled. He had not realized he was holding his breath.
******
Silly pigeon, you mused as sat at your vanity braiding your hair. Birds appeared to love scratching at your window. Grabbing a ribbon you used it to keep the braid in place.
Hearing the scuffle at the window again, turning where you sat you were prepared to shoo a bird away. Confusion, washed over you. Were those pebbles?
Getting up, you went to the window. Enjolras, was there! Warmth and happiness immediately filled you. Turning, and sitting, you pulled then fastened on your boots. Eyeing the two dresses you laid out, you chose your deep blue one. With butterflies in your stomach you crept out to him.
******
Hearing the ruffling in the leaves, he knew you were there. Stepping forward, he remained under the huge willow.
“Enjolras!” You whispered.
He smiled, you pulled a soft sound from him as you practically knocked him over your enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around you. “Mon doux ange.” He murmured into your hair.
You smiled up at him. “I am so glad you are here.”
Inwardly, all of him stilled seeing how even in the moonlight he could see how the powder laid on you. “Permettez-moi de contempler votre beauté.
You nodded. Pulling back a mask of unease covered your face. “Enjolras, tell me Gavroche is alright?” You turned around slowly before facing him again.
“My sweet girl knows that I know.” You and the dress did a fair job, but it still made him ill to know this happened to you.
You nodded again, looking away.
He closed the distance between the two of you. Easily, he pulled you against him. “Don’t look away from me.” He swallowed; in the moonlight he saw how your eyes flashed as you looked up at him. “I had not meant for my words or sentiment to sound so harsh.” He let his arms around you loosen. Just being around you again and he saw differences.
“Don’t.” He felt as you moved against him, you brought his arms tighter. “In your arms, is the only place I feel safe.”
He gingerly brought his finger tips up, just under the swelling. “But look” The finger you placed on his lips, stole his words.
“We were apart.”
Finally, he was the one who nodded.
You lips were soft when they met his. Hesitation, filled him as he only barely pressed his lips against yours.
******
Anguish filled you. You couldn’t explain all that swirled around inside of you. “Enjolras. I need your kisses.” A desperation that clawed at your heart.
“There is a bruise.” His thumb gently grazed where the swell started.
You would not let what they did make you flinch under your love’s touch. “Make me forget it.”
He kissed you, as his lips met yours once again his arms tightened. You clung onto him.
******
“These kisses will be my undoing love.” Enjolras told you later. How much later, he truly didn’t know. Clouds had passed over head, stars had continued to twinkle and the moon moved distinctly higher in the sky.
“Then we shall become undone together.” You whispered, your fingers fluttering in his curls.
“Yes, but only mere day after making you my heart I do not want to rut in you like an animal on the ground.”
“You won’t, this is our special escape our secret place.”
“Mais mon ange, mais mon amour, je pourrais affronter la bataille demain et te rendre veuf d'ici la fin des jours.”
“Alors, mon amour, ne me fais pas l'amour.”
Silently he eased you from his arms to the soft moss beside the two of you. His jacket was already folded and to the side of the tree. He brought his face close to yours, kissing you softly. “Are you sure angel?”
“Yes.” You nodded.
Kissing you again, he opened his vest. Only the did he allow one of his hands to smooth over the softness of your curves. In doing so, his arousal which blossomed while kissing you was growing stronger, making his heart thud harder in his chest. First, slowly he loosened the bow in front of your dress, so his access to your bosom was to his liking.
With his stomach, tightening he met your eyes above where your heart beat as hard as his own. “Love, remember that unlike the night before, your sweet sounds cannot be terribly loud. I do not wish for us to have to explain things.”
You nodded. “Yes, I will be careful.”
He hands caressed at you, loving how through the soft cotton of your dress he could feel the erect buds of your nipples. Your breathing shallower and a soft sound was pressed from your lips.
“Feel good?” He whispered.
You nodded. “Yes.” You managed to breath out.
Gently pulling the fabric down one of your breasts was freed, not hesitating any longer he placed kisses and licked at your nipple. Your fingers in his hair brought a tremble from him.
He could not be slow and languid tonight, he was sure you felt the same. As he licked and nipped at you, he brought up the skirts of your dress. Seeking a breath, seeing your soft legs in just their stockings and boots, his arousal pressed hotly against his trousers.
He glanced up and met your eyes, “You are magnificent. Please free yourself from under undergarment that causes a delicate barrier between us.” He softly requested.
Shifting, and lifting your hips, he bit down onto his bottom lip as once again your mound, your soft center was there for him. He eased himself upon you, so he could look into your eyes. Gently, he moved his hand from caressing your hip went and cupping you softly. He sighed doing so.
“Thank you, my love.” He whispered.
He felt as you gently rubbed against him.
“How do you feel there my love? I am a brute, I have not even asked if you are alright.”
A soft, shy peel of laughter came from you, that made his heart beat in a manner different then he was accustomed to but very much welcome.
“Mon amour, at the memory of you I have only felt achy flutters and a strong desire to feel you once again.” In the moonlight, even under the powder and false blush, he could see your cheeks darken further. “If I may be so bold?” Your eyes twinkled.
“Yes, love. I do love hearing these sweet words of your desire.” He replied kissing you, while he did he gave you a soft possessive squeeze.
It was muted because of the kiss, but he practically paused in kissing you to smile. He relished what he could pull from you. Eager, he slipped two fingers between your soft folds. They were greeted by soft warmth. You were more then ready with the wetness that had easily flowed from your need of him. He moved his fingers over you.
He delighted in watching as you writhed or hearing the small little moans came from you. Once again, he found the little bud between your soft folds, he could see and feel as you grew more excited under his touch. It was beautiful. It made him harder then before. He could not wait any longer.
Moving back, he placed his hands on his trousers. His hand trembled as he undid the buttons. Easing himself between your legs. Opening his trousers and inhaling he took himself out.
“Enjolras?” You whisper, raising yourself up onto your elbows.
He grew harder seeing you like this.
“Yes, angel.”
“May I feel you?”
His stomach tightened, he nodded. “You may.”
Sitting up, he gently took your hand to him. “Be very gentle.”
“I will.”
His breath shallowed further as your hand explored him. He brought his hand over yours, you smiled. “So very different. But I like it.” He gently drew you down to his balls.
“This love, is where the spark of life begins.” With his hand, he help you cup him.
A soft sound came from you that made his stomach tighten deliciously.
“They feel quite heavy and full.”
Gently, you squeezed. It sent sparks of pleasure through him. His excitement to spill in you grew inside of him.
Your eyes, heavy lidded met his. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you Enjolras.”
You laid back down, and it appeared as if you actually opened yourself further for him.
Leaning on his one hand, he drew closer you as he held himself in the other. Gently he, slipped himself between you petal soft folds. A soft moan came from both of you as anticipation fell over the two of you.
He bit his bottom lip to suppress a moan as he slid into you. You whimpered and writhed under him, it felt amazing but he had to be sure.
“Angel, you ok?” Once again you felt so right.
“Yes, feels so good.”
With one arm he held you close as he began to slide in and out of you, while with the other he braced himself against the soft ground under the two of you. He moaned as he felt you pulled him even closer.
“Yes. Yes.” He murmured. “My angel.” He panted.
Hearing you pant his name as you clung to him added to his excitement. “I’m here.”
Bringing your lips to his, your lips and tongues expressed and echoed your bodies. Breathes were shortened while your bodies followed the dance of their passion.
He could feel as your body tightening around him, making him break the kiss and practically growl with pleasure into your shoulder.
You clung harder to him, whimpering. “ am so close, Enjolras…Enjolras.” You panted and the you met his body and spasmed with your pleasure.
“Yes. Yes.” He panted and soon, he felt himself cumming hard and deep within you. It felt so good. Out of breath he met your eyes and your lips met then as you both kissed each other down from the passion that erupted between the two of you.
*******
The trunk of the willow was firm and gave him good support as he sat with his back against it. You were curled up to his side, you had dozed off for a small amount of time. He let you. It gave him time to think. It would probably be best if you stayed there. In case something did happen. He didn’t want those at the boarding house to hold you responsible.
Feeling you stir, he knew that soon he would have to leave. He glanced down at you, he gave you a soft smile.
“Hello sleepy angel.”
Your lashes fluttered as you met his eyes. “Hi.” You replied softly.
He smiled broader as you played with one of the buttons on his vest.
“You have to go soon, don’t you?”
“I do.”
*****
Your heart lurched painfully. His words were whispered in your head. That he may make you a widow tomorrow. You knew he was always prepared to die, but what could possibly be happening tomorrow.
You played with one of the buttons of his vest, nervousness blossomed in you. He gave you a bigger smile, it almost melted away your worries.
“What is happening tomorrow?” You finally felt brave enough to ask.
“General Lamarque has died.”
“What? He was a hero. My father had always referred to him as a good man.” You recalled moments where your father spoke of how he was a hero of France.
He nodded. “He had taken ill, it finally claimed him.” He swallowed.
“Oh.” You whispered.
“I have to say it again, your father was a smart man. I certainly believe him and I would have gotten along.”
You were certain, your father would have loved to have a man like Enjolras courting you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You nodded. “I do believe the two of you would have.”
“Tomorrow is General Lamarque’s funeral.”
Concern, shot through you making you sit up. There would be so many Royal Guards. What could he and his comrades be up to.
“What are you and the others doing?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. Fear blossomed and formed knots in your stomach. You covered your mouth, you shot Enjolras a look before looking down at your lap, you brought your hands to rest there.
“I’m sorry. That’s not my place…I just..after today the Royal Army really scared me and…and I worry about you.” You glanced at him.
Moving from the tree, he was pulled you close. You felt as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“I know you’re worried.”
You nodded and looked at him, tears prickled your eyes.
“I will come back to you. Tomorrow night, I will be holding you here.” He whispered.
“You better.”
Shifting, you grabbed at your braided hair. Loosening the ribbon, you undid the bow. You made a tight bow on one of the eyelets of his vest.
“Now, you will have part of me with you.”
He gave you a half smile, his thumb grazed it gently. “Yes, you will be.”
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The thing with R's design is that he's very canonically ugly, but I can't see "ugly".¹ I just never feel repulsion when looking at human traits. It's not a political stance but an instinctual lack of reaction. Lacking a internal compass telling me who is ugly, I can just use conventional ugly traits but those imho are associated with poverty, illness, violation of gender roles, violation of North European traditional aesthetics, old age². So even if I give R random conventionally ugly traits, I still won't think of him as ugly but as something else. It's a fruitless effort. So I gave up on picturing him as ugly and physically repulsive to me.
So my R design is:
-something makes him repulsive, but it's nothing people can explain rationally. No ugly trait in particular. After all, he's described as "impossibly" ugly. What if it's impossibly ugly because people can't say why he's looks ugly to them? Because it's a sensation that defies logic? My realistic headcanon is that people can sense his all-encompassing dread and lack of any positive belief, and they fear it and from fear it comes the irrational repulsion, also I'm sure that his behaviour toward women has a big impact on his perceived ugliness. It would be right in Hugo's alley anyway, Hugo uses ugliness as a visual metaphor for psychological and social issues.
(In a fantasy!AU I like to headcanon his perceived impossible ugliness as people unconsciously feeling that he's not human. The same is valid for Enjolras, but with his angelic and statuesque beauty.)
-I adopted as headcanon what it can be deduced from the brick. He's 26-29 years old, so quite young, he's fit and strong because of the multiple sports he does, he's short because he's impressed at Enjolras's height, he must have good hair because he appears to be proud of his hair and glad of not going bald like Bossuet. He's supposed to be the apparent opposite of Enjolras, so my headcanons are dark hair, small forehead, bad teeth, strong manly features. His hair may have been ginger too because Hugo had a bit of anti ginger bigotry and he stupidly thought ginger hair were ugly so he may have thought of R as red haired when he wrote he was ugly. Ginger!R is a fascinating idea to me, 99% of the times I see him as black haired, but I think ginger hair is a likely feature for brick!R (and also hot NGL).
-Bladgen!R has imprinted on me, so I borrow some of his features, but he looks too delicate to be R, so I usually roughen up his face a bit when I think about him as Grantaire. He's also too beautiful (I can tell when someone is beautiful to me), but when I try to think of traits to assign to R to turn him ugly, my mind goes blank. Without the obligation to make him ugly, I manage to picture him with different features, but I can't give up on his curly hair in the 2012 movie. Grantaire with curly hair is fixed in my imagination as if it was canon. Bbc!R is sometimes R in my mind, but I don't think he's ugly either (on the contrary, I find him beautiful as well), he just gave a great R impression thanks to his interpretation. No musical actor left something into my headcanons, it's regrettable because I usually enjoy a lot musical!Grantaires.
-Canon R is white imho, he talk about other ethnicities as "other". I'm not sure because he may identify with the dominang group despite not being part of it, but it's a likely guess. He also said he would rather be born a Turk/Arab, he's was joking/trolling, but I take it as inspiration for modern and reincarnation AUs. Obviously, it's unrelated with his perceived ugliness, and to avoid involuntary correlation and involuntary endorsement to white supremacist propaganda, I would explore his ugliness and being Arabic in different fanworks.
-Green eyes just because he's associated with green by the musical.
-Damages from his addictions. So corrupted teeth from smoking and alcohol, flawed skin from smoking, sleepy/tired eyes. Those could work as conventionally ugly traits, but I still think of them as neutral, bad just because they're symptoms of bad habits, not necessarily bad to look at.
¹I'm not trying to be holier than thou, I acknowledge ugliness is real and can be defined by what triggers repulsion at the sight. I can feel this repulsion when I look at very ugly architecture, for example, but I simply don't feel it when I look at people. If I'm repulsed at someone, it's just because I already hate them because of their behaviour. I don't know if it's related, but I don't feel repulsion at anything from the human body either. I've spent some nights in the hospital with surgery patients, and nothing repulsed me, no fluid or matter I saw. It's not high morals, it's high scientific interest, and the human body is too interesting to me to feel other than utter fascination. Like there is one thing I find ugly, and there are bushy eyebrows. idk why, that's it. As I said, lacking an internal compass that tells me what's ugly to me, when I try to picture ugly, I resort to conventions. ²But "ugly" traits are always ugly for ulterior motives, they're ugly because they're associated or they have been associated in the past with the poors (es badly groomed hair, inelegance, bad teeth), they're associated with a lack of health and physical strength (fat bodies, very skinny bodies, asymmetry, paleness, eyebags etc), they defy gender roles (moustaches/beard/big bodies for women, small stature/small hands/small D for men), they're typical of old age or they're anything else than north-European (big noses, bushy eyebrows too probably). I don't blame who find those traits ugly, we can't choose what is repulsive to us, we can only treat everyone decently (unless they're being harmful). But while I recognise ugliness is legit, I see every ugly trait as being something else, the trait of a poor/sick/old/androgynous/poc person so I'm unable to think of someone who is just objectively ugly. Instead I can well see beauty, I'm charmed by people with some colour and proportions as if they were work of art, also I see beauty in all the people I care about because looking at them is pleasurable to me. The opposite of beautiful is just "normal" to me, when I don't feel anything when I look at someone, likely with random strangers.
#brick!grantaire#les miserables#enjolras#aesthetic#ugliness#grantaire design#grantaire headcanons#ugly grantaire vs twink Grantaire discourse
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leave it to me to not leave things how they seem butttt,
pov: he’s shakin that last bit of cum out
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Ok, so in the past weeks (I think since November, more or less) I'm watching/ re-watching some Les Miserables adaption, together with @clumsyhobbit.
For now we watched the 1995 concert, 2014 Broadway musical, 2019 concert, 1964 Italian serie, 1978 movie, and 4 episodes of 2018 BBC serie. We yet programmed to finish the BBC serie and then 2012 movie (which I saw on my own many times) and Shojo Cosette anime (where I saw only few episodes).
Soon or later we need to watch also the 2010 concert, the 1998 movie and 2000 mini serie.
But, for now, I think that I could show you my "Dream Cast", even if it maybe will be updated in the future.
BTW, here it is:
Jean Valjean
Richard Jordan
(1978 movie)
I mean, look at him! He's too cute! And also, his look is so fluffy and on point!
Even if Colm Wilkinson and Hugh Jackman has both a special place in my heart!
Javert
Philip Quast
(1995 concert)
He IS Javert. Period.
But he’s immediately fololwed by Tino Carraro (1964 Italian serie) and Anthony Perkins (1978 movie) as they’re both perfect (Carraro is a very accurate Brick Javert, and Perkins is amazing too!!
(Even if my forbidden desire is to see, soon or later, a Romani Javert on screen... T^T)
Cosette
Ellie Bamber
(2018 BBC serie)
Baby Cosette
Mailow Defoy + Lia Giovanelli
(2018 BBC serie)
Finally we could see the FULL story of Cosette.
She has a personality!!
And they’re adorable.
But all these girls needed to have brown hair XP
Marius
Roberto Bisacco
(1964 Italian serie)
As he looks 100% the clumsy, awkward and naive boobie-boy he is in the book.
Fantine
Anne Hathaway
(2012 movie)
She is so good and her acting is heartbreaking, even if a lot of her story is brutally cut out (and she needs to be BLONDE!!)
Eponine
Samantha Barks
(2012 movie)
Alright, both Angela Cardile (1964 Italian serie) and Erin Kellyman are much more similar to the clever and stalky girl that Eponine is in the book, in 1964 serie the’re is also the part where she lures Marius at the barricade just trying to die with him (IDK if there is also in the 2018 serie, I’ve not seen yet the last 2 episodes), but Samantha Barks is too intense to not be loved, even if the character in the musical is totally changed.
Azelma
Alex Jarrett
(2018 BBC serie)
Well, she’s basically only there and in the 1964 serie, but she didn’t do so much. And I prefer her 2018 appearance, so...
Gavroche
Adam Searles
(1995 concert)
IDK, I like so much also Reece Davies (2018 BBC serie) and Logan Clark (2019 concert) but when I imagine Gavroche, Crivello’s look is the first that I think.
M.me Thenardier
Olivia Colman
(2018 BBC serie)
Because only there she’s really shown as the bastard bitch she is in the book.
In all the other adaptions she’s only or a comic relief or drunk (1964) or even cut out briefly (1978)
Thenardier
Antonio Battistella
(1964 Italian serie)
He’s perfect. The clever asshole he is in the book, and not (again) a comic relief or very cut out (1978, again, where all the Thenardier family is brutally cut out except in a short scene).
I like very much also Adeel Aktar (2018 BBC serie), as he’s too shown perfecty in character (basically both these Thenardiers act on point in the same way), but.... That vagina-like beard make me uncorfortable... Sorry! ^_^”
Enjolras
Aaron Tveit
(2012 movie)
His look is perfect, and he’s very good as the fiery and intrepid leader of the barricade.
But another perfect Enjolras is Claudio Sora (1964 Italian serie) as he is totally the idealistic, serious and ferocius revolutionary he is in the book.
Honorable mention even to Bradley Jaden (from 2019 concert) as he’s too adorable and cute for this world!
Grantaire
IDK his name
(1964 Italian serie)
I love the 1964's Grantaire (I can’t find his name, sorry) as everytime is on screen he cracks me up, he’s perfect as acting as a drunk dude (even if he looks as a 45 years old man, definitely too much old for a student! XD).
His scenes with Javert are priceless!! XDD
But, on a side note, for Grantaire happens the same thing I said of Gavroche, that every time I imagine him, is George Blagden (2012 movie) that appears.
Fauchelevent
Cyril Cusack
(1978)
His mastermind dialogue with the Mother at the Petit-Picpus is too much funny!
Courfeyrac
Archie Madekwe
(2018 BBC serie)
He’s too cute! And I love how is shown his friendship with Marius!
Mon. Myriel
Colm Wilkinson
(2012 movie)
What can I say? He’s adorable, looking so peaceful and wise all the time!
Les Amis
(I’m sorry, but they’re shown all, (precising the names) only in the 1964 serie (in both the 2012 movie and 2018 BBC serie they’re there also, but honestly I can’t understand which is which), so I can’t make a good choice for them. :P
BONUS:
Rivette
Enzo Clienti
(2018 BBC serie)
Ok, he is an original character which appears only in the 2018 serie, but he’s too adorable to not mention him! <3)
@clumsyhobbit if you want, do a list of your favourite cast too!!
#Les Miserables#Les Misérables#les mis#dream cast#Jean Valjean#inspector javert#javert#cosette fauchelevent#marius pontmercy#enjolras#grantaire#Eponine#gavroche#thenardier#rivette#fantine
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1) when reading/writing fics, do you see yourself most in enjolras' perspective or grantaire's? idk if that makes sense
2) when did you first get into Les Mis?
3) at what point in your Les Mis journey did you realize you shipped enjoltaire?
(also, which version of them do you like the most/imagine them being? - 2012 film all the way for me!!)
DEAR ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
-It depends on what I'm writing, because I have different headcanons about them that are just projections of what I feel! For example- when I write about Enjolras being anxious or wanting to be held and Grantaire cuddling him, then I see myself more in Enjolras's perspective, and when i write about Grantaire's fears, or his need to do and be better, then I see myself more in his perspective! I've been writing more by Enjolras perspective lately though ❤️
- last year! A few weeks after new year's eve. I'm sure of it because on new year's eve there was the BBC miniseries of les mis running on TV, and I didn't pay mind to it because I was reading the witcher, but by February I had already started writing, so it has to be January 2020. I cried all my tears thanks to the 2012 movie
-while watching the movie the first time!!! That movie's been one hell of a ride I swear on everything I know I started crying at fantine's solo and DIDN'T STOP.
I started shipping through my tears at the bottle scene and by the window scene I WAS WHEEZING. And I almost closed everything at Javert coming back on the barricades and enjoLRAS WAS STILL HANGING THERE-
AND THEN GAVROCHE.
One hell of a ride, I repeat.
And I firstly imagined him like the 2012 movie too, but now I have my own version in my mind? Grantaire's pretty much like the (fantastico, incredibily beautiful) one @ weisbrot draws, and Enjolras's pretty much like the one drawn by @ dyinglikeicarus, but shorter, because I headcanon Grantaire as the taller one!
I didn't put the tags because I don't want to bother them, but if you don't know their art I higly recommend you go and see because it's a joy for the eyes ❤️ two of my favorite artists ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you su much dear ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ hope you'll ave a great day!!!
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One of the few things I liked about BBC Les mis was Grantaire. I thought the actor pulled of the likable-if-a-bit-of-an-arsehole-ness of the character really well even if I thought the direction they took him with "Grantaire is afraid of the reality violence" was a bit simplistic.
So this Grantaire was good which shouldn't be a problem but it IS a problem because BBC Enjolras was the worst. Not the outright character assassination that Valjean got, but I still wanted to stab him every time he appeared on screen.
(No offence to the actor; I have a feeling this was more of a writing/directing problem)
I wish I could have a better way of putting this but BBC Enjolras was a whiny little bitch. He was an angry and resentful, bitter character( probably because in this adaption he only had three friends rip) and I couldn't imagine how anyone could look up to him the whole time I was just like why are you following this guy when Coufeyrac(bless him another character I enjoyed wholeheartedly) is right there.
Like I even trusted this Grantaire far more than I trusted this Enjolras which I think we can all acknowledged is a big problem.
Grantaires love and admiration of Enjolras is such a huge cornerstone of his character that it kind of ruins his character when Enjolras is not convincingly admirable.
#Enjolras was like weird evil fanon Enjolras#idk did people like him am I bring irrational?#les mis#if I was this grantaire I would have abandoned enjolras and gone to die with coureyrac instead#BBC LES MIS#enjolras#grantaire#courfeyrac#Les Miserables
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Top 5 favorite individual Grantaires and Enjolrati that I’ve seen (not necessarily all from the same production.)
Grantaire:
1. Joseph Spieldenner (US Tour 2010). I’m gonna go with my bias because I’ve seen Joe as Grantaire about 5 times and I just think he’s lovely. His interpretation of R is more sad and yearning, but I just adore it so much. Even when he’s goofing there’s an air of loneliness in it, just kind of being loud to have someone give him attention. But his decision to have that scream as a reaction to Gavroche’s death gives him a really interesting depth which, obviously, is more show-based than canon-based, but I like that he could create this relationship between Grantaire and Gavroche and put another layer of narrative on his death.
2. Turlough Convery (BBC Les Miserables miniseries 2019). I know this series had a lot of problems but I think even for his screentime this was the most Brick-accurate Grantaire I’ve ever seen. We see him being loud and annoying, we also see his anxiety and we see his dedication towards Enjolras. We didn’t really get any exactly Brick-canon R scenes, but he managed to get across both the jovial brashness of Grantaire and the fact that he’s anxious and full of doubt until the end. And I know R’s physical description doesn’t exist in the Brick, but Convery looked more like I always imagined Brick R to look, down to the facial hair even.
3. Alex Organ (Dallas Theater Center 2014). Okay I know this is unusual but I really loved this Grantaire. Alex Organ played him with an air of defeated anger. By the end, he’s got a bitterness that is more final than it is angry, like he can’t understand why they’ve all chosen to sacrifice themselves like this and he hates it and he’s bitter that all his friends are going to die but he’s realized there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s quieter than most Grantaire’s but it’s very intense, like he’s just radiating hurt.
4. George Blagden (Les Miserables 2012 movie). Again, not a lot of screentime for him but he did a good job looking all sad and mopey and stuff. I’m still sad his Drink With Me was cut, partly because I think Blagden’s interpretation of R was interesting, and partly because he has a gorgeous voice and I wanted to hear him do Drink With Me. I think he would have done a really good job with it, and with portraying the depth of Grantaire’s doubt.
5. John Rapson (US Tour 2010/Broadway 2014). I think I only saw John Rapson once or twice but I remember liking that he played Grantaire as a little more obnoxious, and that his drunkenness and obvious doubt or negativity was a little more of a disruption. I think he definitely played up the annoying factor of R more than the sad and moping factor, but that’s an interesting way to play it. Especially because it’s an aspect that a lot of fans ignore, despite Hugo kind of explicitly saying R was annoying, even though his friends did enjoy his company.
Enjolras:
1. John Campione (Dallas Theater Center 2014). Holy crap I loved his portrayal so much. He does a great job playing Enjolras like a stressed out passionate leader who is constantly stuck between This Is Finally Real Hooray and Holy Shit This Is Too Fucking Real Oh God. Most actors portray Enjolras as very controlled and upright and unfazed, but Campione portrayed him in a way that made it seem like he cared so much and was so intent on making all of this work and succeed. In the Musain scenes he’s very controlled, but once he’s on the barricade it’s like he’s being pulled in too many directions because he’s just trying to help everyone. It’s so good.
2. Kyle Scatliffe (Broadway 2014). He was so amazing to see on Broadway and his voice is SO powerful and just wow. I remember reading an article talking about how intense and beautiful it was to see him sing the line “we will not be slaves again” and I honestly cannot believe that this was the first time in Les Mis history that a professional version of the show cast a person of color as Enjolras. And he fucking nailed it. I love that he played Enjolras with such earnest power. Someone who knows what they can do and is going to fucking use it, but they also care so damn much.
3. Aaron Tveit (Les Miserables 2012 movie). I think this interpretation of Enjolras is more controlled than usual, more general-like, and definitely leans more toward the chaste, marble statue type characterization. But I think Tveit really plays Enjolras with a certain charisma. At the same time, I think he did a fairly good job portraying Enjolras’ emotional journey at the barricade: his conviction, then his moment of doubt, then his passion and determination and ultimately the sort of unbreaking glory of his sacrifice. (Sad as I am that we didn’t get permets-tu in the movie, I do love the way he juts his chin out like “I will not bow to you or anyone else”.)
4. Jason Forbach (US Tour 2010). His portrayal of Enjolras was a lot kinder, I think, softer. He was powerful when he needed to be (One Day More, etc) but in the Musain and stuff he was a lot more like one of the guys. He played his role more like a chosen leader, like someone who wants everyone’s input about everything but everyone has voted him to be the leader, so he takes on that role once he sees that things really need to start getting done. Also, his irritated interactions with Grantaire are even funnier if you know that he and Joe Spieldenner were dating at the time (now married).
5. Jeremy Hays (US Tour 2010). I only saw Jeremy Hays once, the first time I ever saw the show live. I think what I loved most about his portrayal was the power. The power with which he plays Enjolras is all passion. Definitely hitting both the “charming” and “capable of being terrible.”
#les miserables#les mis#les miserables meta#grantaire#enjolras#this just popped in my head the other day so i typed it up#p.s. i know it's an old joke but i still love enjolrati as the plural of enjolras
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best screen version of les mis? filmed musical, tv, movie, whatever? any honourable mentions? any nemeses?
i ADORE ur enthusiasm but it’s important to me to know whether you’ve been following me since like. 2012/2013 or it’s simply THAT obvious that at some point in my life i was completely obsessed with les mis and own four editions of it in three different languages
OKAY THOUGH LETS GET INTO IT. my definitive proshot of the musical is definitely the 25th anniversary on account of it being the first version i ever saw (and looks aside, ramin karimloo as enjolras is one of the few to ever truly embody The Passion For The Revolution imo) but 10th anniversary is also good! colm makes a GREAT valjean, etc etc. the recent filmed concert version of it is, in my professional opinion, a knightmare though
as for tv, special & honourable mention goes to the bbc miniseries, which is gorgeous visually and actually makes something of Do You Permit it? but simultaneously, i’ve gotten so used to it as a musical that i can’t imagine expressing all the Big Huge Feelings of les mis through anything other than a desperate need to burst into song so there’s. that. but again, wonderful adaptation, i’m sure mr hugo himself wouldve loved it
the 2012 movie is uhhhhh. i have conflicting feelings about it! again, gorgeous visually and i’m extremely fond of russell crowe kicked puppy face and the general valjean/javert dynamic but, as a life-long musical theatre fan, i must say it suffers from what all modern day movie adaptations of musicals suffer from. Famous Actors chosen over Actual Singers. these people can’t really sing, i’m sorry! I Am Begging Tom Hooper To Stop Adapting Musicals. make them actual non-musical movies if you want, the cast’s great!
and that’s my opinion that hasn’t changed in nearly eight years. thank you
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Twenty
Summary: Fighting…till all things change.
Notes/Warnings: 18 & over. Revolutionary violence. Character death. Gun and sword violence. Angst…with a dash of fluff.
Thank you, for reading! (It’s a long chapter) Be nice! Feedback is welcome! Want to be tagged, please let me know! ❤️ and of course…Enjoy! (Two collages!) More chapters are coming!
My love, I finally fear for my death and I do not wish for you to witness it. - Mon amour, je crains enfin pour ma mort et je ne souhaite pas que tu en sois témoin.
Feeling hollow, knowing this the end he climbed to the top of the barricade and hung the flag, a gentle breeze made it billow out and flap near where he stood.
Swallowing, he turned back to all those who gathered. As he saw you stand in the doorway hanging back, he tightened inside.
“Citizens! This is the end game.”
He saw the exchanging of glances, heard their soft murmurs. Lastly, he saw your eyes grow.
“Every man and woman who stays here and fights today will die. History will remember us, and one day the people will prevail.”
He swallowed. Distantly, he could heard marching and gunfire.
“But for now, the whole Paris army is out, and within an hour they will be upon us. You have nothing to expect, nothing to hope for.”
“We will stand fight. We can strengthen this barricade. We can fight to the last man!” The man held his fist high as he rallied among the people rallying them.
It lift d his heart to see. But they had to be realistic. Absently, he reached up to your ribbon that was still tied to eyelet of his vest.
“Friends, consider. Some of you have wives, husbands, sons, daughters, think of them. A heroic death will do nothing for them. You get yourself killed, they starve. Or worse.” He exhaled. “For you, it is a braver thing to live, for your family’s sake.
“Enjolras, is right.” Called out Marius.
Surprising, him. He glanced down at him from where he stood.
“There’s no shame on you living to fight another day. Every married man and woman, every breadwinner, come forward shake our hands and leave!”
He climbed down to join Marius. “I command you!”
“I entreat you!” Marius added.
He looked the man up and down, who at one time thought had joined the wrong table, at the wrong tavern. Now here he was beside him. He grimaced.
There were more murmurs and glances between the people. A few women began to quietly sob. A few came over, for an embrace a hand shake.
Enjolras’s stomach churned as Despiat came forward. He had been there since day one.
He shared a tight embrace with the man, he continued to swallow down the lump of anguish he felt growing.
“Live well, comrade.” He wished the man. Giving him a brave smile. “You’ll be building a better world.”
*******
Exhaling, he turned you. “My angel.” He whispered. He strode over to where you stood.
“Come with me.”
You nodded. Your footfalls filled the small room as you followed him.
“We don’t have much time.” Looking at your beauty, he swallowed. “I need you to take leave.”
“Enjolras ask me anything, but not that.”
He could heard the crack in your voice. “You will listen to me.”
Tears twinkled then slid down your cheeks. In a short steps, he was directly before you. “Mon amour, je crains enfin pour ma mort et je ne souhaite pas que tu en sois témoin.”
“I will not allow you to die alone. You pledged your heart, I pledged mine. I am not leaving.”
“Stay here, stay hidden they are almost upon us. I will come back for you.”
You nodded. Stepping forward, he reached his fingers caressed your cheek. He pressed his lips together, nodded and ran back.
Once in He immediately two others as they brought over a mattress. Inhaling he glanced back at the alley that led to you, turning he climbed up to his place beside Marius on the barricade. He slapped him on the shoulder.
His heart stilled as he watched as the finished rolling cannons into place.
“Prepare yourself! Cannon fire!”
He braced himself. Around him what had once been chairs, tables splintered and exploded as bullets wizzed by.
“Get down!” He managed to scream.
A cannon ball slammed into the barricade it blew someone backwards. They didn’t even have tome to scream. The barricade stood and so shall he.
In the billowing smoke, he looked for the navy blue fabric of their uniforms and took aim.
There was a blur of limbs and people in the midst of screaming. Guns, rfles were being fired. Swords clanged loudly as they were being wielded.
******
“They are falling back!” Enjolras, screamed.
All at once the soldiers turned and fled. His heart lifted.
Cheers rang out but in the pit of his stomach. He knew this wasn’t good. If the general had taught him anything, he knew they were most likely regrouping.
“Comrades! This is a grim moment in our history. But a glorious one! Our sacrifice will help build a better world!” He swallowed the growing lump in his throat.
“This barricade is made of more than just cobblestones and bedsteads; it is made of hopes, ideals and of love of our fellow men. We are fighting for the wretched and if we go to our deaths, we go to our deaths with joy! Love live the republic!”
The last part made his heart hurt, despite all the cheers that rang out.
He climbed down. “Marius,” He leaned in close, to whisper to him. “We are running low on bullets. We desperately need more.”
He reached out, feeling the ribbon looped to his vest filled his lung with breath despite the pain growing in his heart.
Marius nodded.
“We won’t last long.” His mouth formed a thin line.
“We could try to fall back.” Marius suggested.
He shook his head. “Too late for that.”
“Leave it to me.” Gavroche gave them both a huge smile. Enjolras watched as he quickly climbed and then hopped down from where he had usually perched on the barricade.
“Gavroche, get back here!” He yelled.
He watched as the boy moved with his usual flair as he would stop and collect bullets, tucking them away here and there.
“Gaveoche!” Marius hollered after him. “You’ll get yourself killed.”
That’s when the first bullet whistled by.
The boy only paused to looked. “Hey lay off the corpses!”
A few more bullets whizzed by. Marius ducked behind a table.
Gavroche, chuckled and spun about. “Bad luck! Try again.”
Enjolras, barely glanced around a bed post as a bullet impacted on the edge of the warehouse stone rained down onto the cobblestones. He could hear as the kid began to softly sing a lullaby. He glanced around a bed post.
“Get back here you are gonna get yourself killed!”
Gavroche kept singing and dancing along grabbing bullets where he saw them. Bullets just missed him. They would hit cobblestones or random debris.
Some of the men began to peak out from where they hit in the recesses of the barricade. A few smiles appeared.
He continued to hop about. Though he was getting terribly closer to where the bullets came from.
Finally a gunshot rang out but this time it impacted something solid and Gavroche’s song wavered on his lips. He collapsed to his knees like a sack of flour.
“Good shot.” His voice was weak.
His finger trips grazed the back of Marius’s vest as he jumped off the barricade and began running to the boy.
“Don’t be a fool.” Enjolras screamed out.
He couldn’t afford to lose anyone else. Grantaire was still out cold, maybe permanently he couldn’t tell and Courfeyrac had a wound that needed to be looked at.
Watched as Marius scooped him up and put him over his shoulder and then ran as fast as he could back to them. His heart was beating fast in his chest, he helped bring Gavroche back over.
Marius was back over the barricade in no time. to help climb up. He watched as Marius soon cradled Gavroche in his lap. It didn’t look good.
He trembled at the sight.
His voice was fading. “It was good sport wasn’t it?” Then he stilled forever.
Shortly after his he watched as Marius fainted back against the barricade. “Get him inside quickly, we need to dress his wounds.”
Courfeyrac came over and together the two of them carried Marius into the warehouse. Soon they were making quick work of his wounds. Relief filled him as it wasn’t long before Marius came around again.
“Marius, give me your eyes.” The man looked woozy. “When they take the barricade, those left alive will have to fight on in here.” He swallowed. “This will be our last refuge.”
“Oh Marius, Enjolras are you ok?”
He turned to your anguish filled voice; it tore at him harder then the bullets that drove into the cobblestones outside.
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Fear slid down your back when you came out of the small room. You immediately saw a bloodied Marius, Enjolras had smudges of blood and soot. You shook uncontrollably.
He closed the distance, you could smell the gunpowder and whatever else that chose to clung to him. Your stomach churned.
“You, you have to get out of here they are coming down the alley.”
“Not without you.”
*******
An unnatural smile curled his lips at your love and determination. He nodded. “Yes ange.”
Your presence lifted his spirits despite death surely knocking just behind him. Easily he grabbed you, thankfully you didn’t yield and he managed to bring you to the small alley on the other side. “Stay here, I will come for you.” He barely saw you nod as he turned to run back.
Eyeing a sword, he grabbed it and made to the alley where the sounds of bullets, groans and puffs of smoke filled it. He glanced towards what had left of the barricade the army had breached it. Movements of attack and defense came naturally within moments. His sword clanging, he bared his teeth managing to fend off a few that came right at him.
******
You could barely make out that it was Enjolras. One side of his face was terribly smudged from fighting. It was the clean side that reminded you of siting with him in the park or under your willow. That was the man you loved, regardless. He was becoming your warrior today. The two of you would have stories to tell.
*******
“Get back!” He hollered.
Soon him and some of the others fled into the warehouse. The closed the large doors behind them. They pulled down the large wooden plank and slid the locks into place. They would hold for only so long.
Turning, he found Courfeyrac slumped against the wall. “Get up, they are right outside those doors.”
Courfeyrac swallowed and nodded. But didn’t stand any straighter.
“This is history.”
The wooden doors creaked and cracked and creak as the army kept on pushing against it.
A sound of frustration poured from his lips. As he turned and ran off. Just as he did the door burst open, soldiers poured in.
His sword clanged as it met with other swords. Somehow, he struck a few and pushed off others. Enough logic still ran in his veins, he closed the door ran over to you. He could see your shock wash over you, he must be quite a mess.
“Ange.” As he ran to you, he could hear as the burst open. A scream came from you before he could even look behind him.
Turning, it was a lone solider with his sword he cutting the short distance to the two of you.
He stood in front of you, stepping towards the solider. Enjolras would protect you to the death. There was no grace in the solider’s movements. All he was did was try to cut him down.
Eyes met and the swords followed. The sound of the metal hitting echoed and bounced off the walls. Seeing the man’s eyes shift, he glanced that way and you were not budging. Gathering some strength, he managed to push you out of the way. Your scream and the clashing of the swords was awful. It made him pause.
It was all the solider needed in a smooth blow he knocked the sword from him and rushed him. A shot filled the air, the man stumbled and fell into him.
Blinking, Enjolras looked up and saw Courfeyrac, gun still drawn.
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if you skipped ep 4 of bbc les mis, you missed the part where Grantaire said something that annoyed Enjolras, so Enjolras threw a chunk of cheese at him and Grantaire picked it up and ate it. It was Quality
jehnt how did i miss this this ask?? i never saw enjolras throwing the chunk of cheese at grantaire and i really CANNOT imagine how that conversation on set happened?? was the enjolras actor like “can i plz do this?” or did Andrew say “you should do this” OR was it an on the fly PEAK enjolras characterization??
also now i really want there to be a blog called thechunkofcheesefrombbclesmis
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Hello my friends it is time to get more controversial. I wanted to talk a little more about BBC les mis, Les Misérables the book, and adaptations in general.
I’ve noticed a lot of people getting very up in arms about the characterisation of very particular characters who arguably have quite small rolls in the scheme of the brick. A lot of this anger seems to arise out of adaptations which don’t align with fandom interpretations of these characters (most specifically the barricade boys).
I wanted to raise the point that many of these characters exist pretty nominally in the book, and have definitely been given a lot more life through fandom interpretations. I think it can be difficult to remember that many older people adapting these classic works are coming at these texts from a very different cultural standpoint, which doesn’t make them any less valid so much as different.
This is especially true depending on which characters one focuses on—something which has definitely shifted in the years since the publication of the book. Where obviously central characters once took the main stage, I think a more open queer culture has seen a lot of young people aligning themselves with those whom they best relate—that being the barricade boys and often also Patron-Minette. I love these characters and even their fandom interpretations as much as the next tumblr Les Mis fan. However, I believe that this reading of the text which stresses Les Amis de l’ABC, as any reading, is subjective rather than objective. Sister Sulpice, for example, has more lines than many of the barricade boys or Patron-minette, yet the lack of stress on her character in adaptations has largely been ignored in discourse because she isn’t so big in fandom.
I very much doubt that Hugo himself thought of these minor characters as being so vibrant as they have subsequently become in the public imagination. Considering myself something of a deciple of Barthes, I recognise that even Hugo’s interpretation of his own text is not the be all to end all, but likewise, I don’t think fandom interpretation ultimately reigns supreme or is more ‘right’ just because we find it the most emotionally resonant or compelling. The fandom is quite an echo chamber in which certain popular interpretations are openly accepted and those contrary to the majority are often crushed with no small amount of brutality.
I think it is important to try and look at the variance in adaptations with a more open view point, rather than watching, ready to critique anything that doesn’t align with some very specific portrayal of characters which anyone outside of fandom is unlikely to be familiar with. I think any adaptation is valid in some light, so long as it comes from a place of respect for the original text and an earnest want to portray what the adaptor thinks to be central themes, and even highlighted characters. Especially considering that interpretations themselves often reflect a whole life of experiences which, although possibly unfamiliar to you, are still a very real and valid perception to that reader. To that end, even parodies which many may find offensive still offer something to say about the original text which is still valid as an interpretation—hence the vehement protection of parody law in spite of parodies often being ‘offensive’ to one group or another.
It’s wild to me how many people have become militantly intolerant of other readings of texts, and have bandwagoned onto some very niche ideals about what things mean or should look like.
This is not to say that you should not write, read, and love a long haired blond Enjolras without a moustashe, it’s just to suggest that people coming from a different social/cultural context might have a different idea of what those brick descriptions of him look like. I just think we could all stand to be more tolerant of other people’s readings, and to engage in discussion with those we disagree with rather than demeaning certain interpretations.
#here we go kids#les mis#bbc les mis#les miserables#quinnjolras#literary critique#enjolras#les amis de l'abc#victor hugo#andrew davies
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Courfeyrac for the meme 💕
favorite thing about them: Courfeyrac is positioned really well as the ‘center’. @shellcollector has talked a fair bit about the “almost historic” introduction of the Amis is really a ranking between transcendence and immanence. Courfeyrac, in the middle of these things, is both ideologically imaginative and rooted in the here and now. @arcadianambivalence the other day contrasted Enjolras’s reaction to Mabeuf’s death with Courfeyrac’s; Enjolras views him as a symbol, a martyr, and is touched by his death. Courfeyrac is wondering what was wrong with Mabeuf that day. They are both ways of caring about people, but Courfeyrac’s is much more personal, and I really like the way that he is intensely personal without ever forgetting about the greater struggle, too. He synthesizes those things.
least favorite thing about them:His Collection of women.
favorite line:“To save the transition, to soften the passage, to deaden the shock, to cause the nation to pass insensibly from the monarchy to democracy by the practice of constitutional fictions,–what detestable reasons all those are! No! no! let us never enlighten the people with false daylight.”There is really a fundamental disagreement and difference between Combeferre and Courfeyrac here and I feel like it’s not explored often enough; I want them to argue more!!
random headcanon:My Courfeyrac’s full name is Lucien Alexandre Jean-Marie Charles Antoine de Courfeyrac, and he goes by Lexi to his intimates.
unpopular opinion:Probably not that unpopular in my corner of fandom, but the fact that Courfeyrac is portrayed almost by default in fandom as gay [not just that he’s interested in men, but explicitly not into women] actually is very irritating to me.About the character himself: I think people really underestimate the extent to which Courfeyrac is in an active leadership role where he keeps people in line. Like, he’s the one who tells Grantaire to shut up on the barricade and I get the sense that happens often. Like there’s 3 levels there, Bossuet telling him to stop in an ‘I love you but come on’ type of way, Courfeyrac when he’s seriously out of line and needs to cut it out, and Enjolas as the last line there. Courfeyrac isn’t someone Enjolras needs to convince to be serious, and he definitely isn’t thinking Enjolras is boring and stuffy.
song i associate with them: Hold My Tongue by Sheppard. You don’t get the full effect with just the lyrics, it’s just a nice upbeat cheerful song about overthrowing the government.I’m hoping somebody’s gonna hold my tongue.Oh yes I’m hoping somebody’s gonna hide my gun.I’m hoping cause I don’t wanna die this youngOh yes I’m hoping I’m gone when the man comes along.
favorite picture of them:Archie Madekwe as Courfeyrac is the only good thing to come out of BBC les mis
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ima need him to stand directly over my face in that first scene thankuuuuu
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I had the weirdest Les Mis dream... it had the BBC cast and had pretty similar ending as the premise of @kcrabb88‘s Les Hommes de la Miséricorde (namely that Valjean saves like half the barricade along with Marius.)
...Actually the dream kept flip-flopping between whether the person JVJ set out to save was Marius or Fantine. Who was somehow still alive at this point.
Anyway, imagine most of Les Amis and Valjean lined up in front of Javert, with a wrapped-up body between them - who was supposed to be either Marius or Fantine, I guess I’ll never know.
Cut to the next scene, Valjean is riding away on a mule in a leasurely pace, dressed as Javert, (no idea, even by dream logic if he actually tried to pass as specifically him - again, BBC cast so... fat chance - or just AN officer) carrying the wrapped-up body, loudly scolding it and saying stuff like ‘you will run no more you scoundrel!’.
Also pretty much the entire ABC is sheepishly trailing after him, wearing disguises I have no idea where they picked up... Also Enjolras had a ridiculous, huge fake moustache.
You know.
Above the real one he already had.
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Les Mis BBC final thoughts
Alright, on monday I finished the 6th and last episode of the most recent, mini-series adaptation of Les Misérables. I was slightly hesitant about posting my thoughts (mostly because of the tag being largely dominated by negativity; any effort to post anything else seemed kind of pointless to me), but I eventually decided to go for it. I still wanted the entire show to sit in for a while (I also want to do a rewatch, because I can't guarantee that my feelings remain the same; I might just as well change my opinions completely). But let's begin!
Tldr; Also, unpopular opinion alert: I actually enjoyed it. A lot. I genuinely liked the miniseries. Yes, there were some choices and things I wasn't exactly fond of, but I have the same thing about literally every single adaptation I have seen so far (mostly thinking of the stage musical and 2012 film). Cause you know, you can like something and still see its flaws, and the other way round - you can dislike it and yet admit it is not inherently bad.
Now, the longer "review" comes in. It's gonna be reaaaally long. Also: spoilers.
The negatives/things I'm indifferent about/what could have been better:
- I'm following the popular trend of disliking that font. I care a lot about cinematography and visual parts of films and shows, so I wasn't satisfied with this particular choice. They could do better, honestly.
- For most of the time, the music was a bit meh. Nothing really striking or to hate, but compared to the War&Peace 2016 soundtrack (which was amazing!), this one was very undermining. There were some individual songs I liked a lot, though.
- The overall cinematography was ok. Again, nothing super special, but there were some pretty nice shots, too. I had some minor objections about cgi in a few scenes, but let's that the 2012 film wasn't exactly flawless in this aspect, too... If not worse.
- Ok, confession time & another unpopular opinion alert: I genuinely think the script is not half as bad as some people on this site try to tell everyone and the majority of their issues is either exaggerated to an enormous extent or comes from a huge prejudice. Or a general but pretty clear misinterpretation of certain scenes. Having said that, I had issues with the script, too. Davies did a waaay better job with his W&P, really. Although I actually like some of his changes or narrative choices, there is one thing I can't exactly ignore: how certain scenes were pure exposition. I think it got better in the later episodes, but I spotted at least two(!) examples just in episode one alone. Davies, being the experienced author as he is, should really know that it's not a good way to write scenes, especially in the first episode (which is supposed to encourage the viewers to keep watching). There's nothing more annoying to me than being treated, as a viewer, as a person who needs a straight-in-your-face explaination of what’s happening on screen.
- Another fairly popular trend: the brothel & the wet dream sequences. Even though I expected both of these to be A LOT worse, given what the fandom was saying (exaggerating again), and I don't think they are "out of character" or unrealistic in terms of the setting, I tried to cut these out from the episode (in my head ofc). And I think we could do without them; the brothel scene could remain in the final cut, but I would make it way shorter.
- What I REALLY disliked: a minor thing, but it bugged me a lot. I mean the main dialogue being in English, and the background dialogue in French. Christ, how I hate when they do such stuff in the movies...(thankfully the main characters didn't try to pull off their fake French accent, that would be even worse) Either you do it in French, or in English. One has to be consistent.
- The pissing scene in ep1 was...weird.
- Valjean being mean to Gavroche.
- The timeline was sometimes a bit odd, if not crazy, but could’ve been way worse (nothing can surpass P0ldark and its weirdly ageing children and even more weirdly, or not at all ageing adults)
- Valjean firing Fantine left me with very mixed feelings. On the one hand, I think it makes sense narratively, in this particular adaptation, it’s also not the first one who makes Valjean responsible for Fantine’s misery (to a smaller or bigger extent). On the other one, it’s not a choice I’m super happy about so...
Now, let's move on to the positives!
- Excellent choice in casting. I think all of the actors did a solid job. Obviously they had some veteran, experienced or acclaimed actors like Bradley, Sumpter, Jacobi, Colman, West... You couldn't expect any less from them. BUT there were also some younger and fresh faces, who's interpretations of their characters I really loved - Lily Collins, Erin Kellyman, Reece Yates, Josh O'Connor. Liked Joseph Quinn and Ellie Bamber a lot, too, especially the former. Obviously, I cannot NOT mention David Oyelowo! He was particularly impressive in the last episode.
- You have no idea how grateful I am for the entire Pontmercy storyline, honestly. I have so many feelings about Georges Pontmercy it's not even funny. Also baby Marius!!! Huge props for the Marius/Guillenormand dynamics.
- Fantine's storyline. I love the focus on her in this adaptation, and instead of merely showing her "downfall", we got to see her entire background story and many faces of her character. From naivety and joyful innocent to her determination to survive, and, finally, her desperate attempts to feed her daughter. I love that we got to see a glimpse of her relationship with Cosette. I love that, heartbreaking as that scene was, we got to see the moment of her leaving her child with the Thénardiers. Loved that she was also outspoken at times. I really felt for her in this series. Naturally, I always do have tons of empathy for Fantine, she's one of my favourite characters in general, but I found Lily Collins' version to be particularly relatable.
- Btw: I disagree that Fantine and Cosette were overly "sexualized" or fetishized. And don't even get me started on the supposed "sexual undertones" between Cosette and Valjean, cause this is utter bullshit.
- I actually liked the relationship between Cosette and her Papa, especially when she was little!
- I loved Gavroche in this adaptation. I'm usually not a huge fan of his, but Reece was so charming and impossible to resist!
- All the side characters (good or bad) we finally got to see at least for a while! I already mentioned the Pontmercies, but I also mean: Petit Gervais, Tholomyès and his gang (+Favourite and Zephine), Azelma, Gavroche's little brothers, Mabeuf, even Victurnien. And Sister Simplice, I love that woman. And Rivette. 😁
- Huge thumbs up for portraying the Thénardiers as the evil/malicious people they were (but not one-dimensional, esp. Madame Th.) instead of as some comic relief only.
- Contrary to the popular opinion, I count Les Amis as the positives. I actually think that narrowing down the number of the students to focus on was a good choice (like, excuse me, but giving a few lines to a character in an ensemble song is not enough to give them personality. Even in the book some hardly had one). And guess what? I legit cared more about this Enjolras or this Courfeyrac than in other adaptations. I liked Quinn's version of Enjolras more than I like Hugo's original character. This is obviously a personal preference, but to me personally Quinn's slightly toned down version, sort of a hybrid of Enjolras and Combeferre was way more appealing (I also think Quinn had more innocence and wide-eyedness in his eyes and face than some most popular actors who have played the role. To me, the accurate hair colour is the least sygnificant thing, honestly. Especially that some of the fans' favourites hardly fit the book description in that aspect).
- The Enjolras/Grantaire execution scene.
- Small interactions between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. Especially the ones in the final moments of the resistance. Oh my...
- Overall, the barricade scenes were very good.
- I liked Marius a lot, which is quite a thing! I loved that we got the awkward, but still adorable side of his. I had seen Josh in The Riot Club and I remember him being good but not memorable; I was impressed with his performance in Les Mis, he was so different!
- Erin's Éponine broke my heart. Especially in episode 5, she was fantastic. So many expressions in her eyes; I loved her fidgety hand moves, too!
- I appreciate that they started the show with something other than the galleys/bishop Myriel. That was a nice and quite refreshing take.
What else do I like about this adaptation? That it revived my passion for Les Mis; that it made me want to reread the book (or certain chapters at least), rewatch the 2012 film, listen to songs from the musical, check out other adaptations. That it’s gonna bring new people to the fandom. And, whether you like it or not, it DOES offer new interpretations of the characters and actually does give a fresh take. Every adaptations gives us something new to discuss, this one included. I also don’t believe it’s the worst thing that ever happened to Les Mis or whatever; I happen to think it actually is a good adaptation overall. Is it flawless or 100% accurate in everything? No, because it’s impossible to turn such a huge and detailed book into a 100% faithful adaptation; also it’s really not what the adaptations are for. I too would have added/cut out some stuff from various versions of Les Mis, but this is because it’s my interpretation; the fact that we imagine some things differently does not mean that other people’s interpretations are bad.
Since films and tv shows belong to the visual media, I think that Les Mis BBC could have done better in that aspect - I wasn’t exactly satisfied with it, as I wasn’t exactly over the moon about some choices in the script. It’s not a masterpiece, but I never expected it to be one; neither it is a “piece of shit”. Despite its flaws, I still found the miniseries to be very enjoyable and I will gladly rewatch it in the near future. I feel that it might even become one of my favourite adaptations(I will decide once I’ve seen them all, or most of them!), save for the interpretation of JVJ, which could’ve been better tbh. For me, it’s a nice 7,5/10
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