#bbc enjolras x y/n
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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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Modern! Enjolras loves it when you're dressed up to go somewhere to a fancy dinner or if he has to go to a meeting that morning and you both have a shag fest and you leave lipstick all over his dick. He keeps it like that for the rest of the day, not even caring if it stains his underwear just to be reminded of you. He comes home so needy and ready to go again because you've been on his mind all day. (I may need a fic about this if you're up to it...)
author’s note: okay, i’ve seen so much about modern!enjolras all over here and twitter and i’m obsessed. i’ve kinda just integrated him into current society the way that made the most sense but this fic is very much not about that, trust me lol.
cw: 18+ (minors dni), canon divergent, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving, f mentioned) modern!enjolras, married/established relationship, just lots of smut with no plot pls forgive me.
word count: 1.6k
His rhythm of work was inherently stressful.
Long, grueling meetings that sometimes got him nowhere, stunlocked on a single argument that could last for days, if not weeks, a constant state of trying to prove himself—he was younger but that didn’t make him any less wise.
Although, he was in fact, insatiable. It was always more intense during the big company dinners, thousands of pitches to be made, conversation to be had, all kinds of pressure resting on his shoulders.
But there you were, the one thing that kept him above water.
Some days he just needed an ear, someone to listen to him talk and rant for hours at a time, and you were there. Other times he needed a nice meal and quiet time with you, cuddled up on the couch in your spacey loft apartment—he made good money despite the stresses he was under; being such a vivid, passionate politician paid off in those ways.
On occasion, he’d really need that boost of energy, enthusiasm—or confidence, whatever he liked to call it. But really, it was just an excuse to have you bent over the counter in your kitchen, wine glass perched against his lips as his trousers pooled around his ankles, your dress lifted up just far enough that he could gain access, his large hand disappearing under the material as he gripped at your hip, fingers digging into the flesh so tight it makes you grunt in pain, the sharp slap of his hips pressing you against the cold marble.
“Tell me about your day,” He demands, emphasizing his question with a rough thrust that has your palms flattening against the countertop, “did you get much done for the dinner next week?”
Right—the dinner. The dinner Enjolras had so graciously agreed to host, forgetting that all of the planning would fall on you between his busy schedule and complete disorganization. He was a lovely person, a great husband, but he wouldn’t be able to function without you.
You nod weakly, murmuring a soft, “Uh huh.”
“Then tell me.” He urges, swallowing down the last sip of wine before allowing it to clatter amongst the other dirty dishes—the ones you’d been in the middle of washing when he came home, very insistent as he pulled your underwear down, red and dark like the silk ascot that was tied so pristine around his neck.
They were his favorite.
“I was—I was figuring pasta and desserts.” Enjolras nods, moving you upright with his hand over your lower abdomen, head resting over your shoulder as he breathes into your ear, low and gravely as he’s nearing his own end faster than usual.
The pent up frustration and stress was the problem.
“And lots of alcohol,” You stress, a sated smile pulling at your face as his fingers find your clit, rubbing at the small bundle of nerves until you’re gripping the clean white of his dress shirt, rutting your ass even further against him and shoving him as deep as he could go, “get them—get them drunk and make them spill all their secrets, right?”
Enjolras laughs, a confirmation to your question and good sign that he was relaxing a bit, his pace unfaltering as he groaned tightly, gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold off his own orgasm until you reached yours—luckily you weren’t far off.
“Still have that speech tonight?” Another subtle nod, “Good. Make me come and it'll be that much harder for you to forget about me while you’re talking about—laws and taxes and whatever boring stuff you boys go on about.”
Enjolras tsks softly, “We’re trying to get fair and equal opportunity in less fortunate communities, love. It’s a lot more than just taxes and laws—are you sure you’ve been listening to me?”
“I’m teasing.” You pout, his fingers quickening as your warm, tight walls clench around him, body tingling with euphoria as your orgasm hits you, moaning loud and desperate as your toes nearly lift off the floor at how hard he’s fucking you now, free hand turning your face to meet him in a messy kiss, red lipstick smearing over his plush pink lips and pale cheeks.
He comes quietly like this, mouth closed over yours, as any sounds are swallowed up by you, cunt filled to the brim with cum, thick spurts as his hips slowed to a stop, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glared at you, your face turned up in a devious smirk.
You were up to something, he wasn’t sure he liked it.
“No games, darling.” He practically coos, thumb rubbing over your warm cheeks, “What are you planning?”
He slips out slowly, carefully as you turn to him.
“How long do you need?”
You already knew the answer—only a few minutes.
He was insatiable, as you’d said.
Enjolras tilts his head slightly, a little amused as you crowd him against the island, leaving you nestled in the small space there, bare feet pressed against the hardwood floor.
He’d have to leave again soon, only getting undressed enough to feel comfortable for a brief time.
“A minute or two.” He responds, letting you unbutton his shirt, step by step, delicate fingers working their way down. You kiss his clavicle once, leaving a trail of lipstick stained kisses as you trailed down, careful not to stain his shirt.
“Tell me about your day.” You insist, a deep chuckle in response at your demand.
“So much of the same,” He sighs, sifting gentle fingers through your hair, watching as you sunk to your knees before him, his softening dick slowly rising again, kisses trailing down his thighs, around his groin, leaving all the evidence of you in their wake, “really hoping this dinner proves some effort on my part—they still think I’m naive, some kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“Well, you did come from money, Enjolras.” You remind, “You parents were well-known, you've been spoonfed your whole life with no consequences—but you’ve proven so much.”
There’s a soft head pat of appreciation as you peer up at him.
“No regular man could care about a women’s pleasure that much,” You joke, watching his face split into a grin, “or treat them as sweetly as you do, darling. You’re so unselfish it scares me sometimes.”
You grab him tightly, rubbing your thumb on the vein the runs underneath, pulling back the skin of his uncut cock as your tongue darts out, licking slowly around the thick head.
“Not sure I have anything left.” He says honestly, cradling your head regardless, hand slowly trailing to cup underneath your chin, feeling him stretch out your mouth, nudging his cock a few inches deeper as you part your lips. “But, I’ll try my best.”
And he does, being as obedient as he can as you take your time, having to resist the urge to fuck your face right then, bring you to the edge until you’re drooling around his cock and in tears, still begging for him to give you everything he had.
His moans are soft and low but long, fingers squeezing at your hair when you move too deep too quick, his hips rocking subtly with your mouth as you swallow him.
“Fuckfuck—“ He curses, free hand gripping the island until his knuckles are white, his cock pulsing against your tongue. “You’re fucking mad, you know that?”
You nod slightly, lips pressing to leave a red ring of lipstick around his cock as he feels himself approach his second orgasm—it’s quick and fleeting, high off the heels of his previous one but it’s something, and he really can’t resist the sight of your mouth around his dick.
An hour later he’s back out the door, meeting coworkers for dinner and regretting the choice the moment he kisses you goodbye, your still disheveled figure departing back into the apartment.
And it doesn’t help that he has to think about his body littered in small reminders of you, devouring you the moment he gets home that night, dragging you to the edge of the bed and going down on you until you can’t take it anymore, shoving his face away in blissful agony.
He promises to let it be for a week, a time to focus on the busy things you’d had planned—and it’s torture, specifically for him. He notices your tighter outfits for work, the ones that hug your body just right.
You’re doing it on purpose and he knows it.
So, come the fancy dinner Enjolras had promised to his coworkers and important peers above him, he can’t help but take a moment as everyone is downing the alcohol in troves, the low roar of old, classic music—the kind that he loved so much, and idle conversation—that he shoves you in the small half-bath, forcing the thick material of his ascot into your mouth as he lifts you onto the sink and fucks you like he’s been waiting years for this, leaving light, purple bite marks that will be an absolute pain to explain later.
But it doesn’t matter, because Enjolras could do just about anything and you’d wear it with pride—the confidence he oozed was contagious and ever apparent, a salacious grin on his face as he stared at you, your eyes falling shut from how intense the pleasure was.
“Quiet, darling.” He warns, “I am a man of my word, I’m just giving you what you asked for—as if I didn’t know what you were trying to do all week.”
“You’re all the same,” You patronize playfully, “so weak for women the second they pay you any attention.”
“I’m only weak for you, mon amour.”
He doesn’t leave your side the rest of the night either, always a gentle hand on your thigh under the dinner table during the most dull conversation, reminding you that despite his course of career, everything about him was so much more exhilarating in comparison.
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I've been seeing the other Enjolras audio making the rounds in my activity so ironic I have this to post now!
Ironically I had tried to use actual Joseph as Enjolras but.... the AI doesn't know what to do with itself when I do and makes it sound NOT Enjolras or Joseph.
So this??? done with audio from Fallon.
I don't even know man. Enjolras is cursed. So let's pretend.
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hi to the new people in the les mis fandom joining bc of joseph quinn, it is lovely to have u all with us and u are more than welcome, however u should know that bbc enjolras (and the whole bbc adaptation) is nowhere close to the original character and everything he represent.
while joseph quinn did a really good job at acting enjolras, the way the writers wrote his character was bad and out of character. obviously, and it's normal, an adaptation will always have its own interpretation of a character, and that's what's make fiction so great. but i think u need to be aware of the fact that it's not a good representation of what enjolras' character is and what his character has been representing for over 150 years (i could go into details and maybe will but it's late and i'm working early tomorrow).
i also wanted to say, as a reminder that, while it's completely fine to simp for enjolras (no one is immune to him, whether he's played by aaron tveit, joseph quinn or anyone else) and find him hot (because he IS hot or because he's played by joseph quinn, again, i get it; i don't find moustachjolras hot but damn that man is find irl), u need to be aware that enjolras is a queer character. it's stated multiple times that he has no interest in women, never has and never will. his character has been an important representation for the queer community, him being compared to a lot of gay historical figures (and i'm not going to start with the enjoltaire); but also for the aromantic and asexual community and trans community. his character is very likely to be aroace; and victor hugo describe him as being very androgynous looking, looking like a young woman. and while i don't want to talk on behalf of the trans community, i've seen a lot of post and fanfictions headcanoning him as trans, and i think it's very important to have that kind of representation in such an important piece of classical literature.
so please, be aware that the y/n fanfic and nswf y/n fanfic with female character x enjolras can be really disturbing, especially for people who have been in the fandom for a long time and are really looking up to his character and kinning him. don't just reduce him to hot-man-u-wanna-do-the-dirty-with when his character carries so much importance and has for decades. and i promise, caring about a character's whole essence and personality doesn't make them any less interesting or hot (quite the contrary actually).
also, let's not forget how we collectively hated on the casting choice when it first came out and i find it a bit odd to suddenly change our mind just bc it's the same actor who plays eddie munson. i personally think we were right to complain, bc it WAS a bad casting choice considering all the physical description of enjolras we had (and yes, in les mis, his physical appearance matters of lot).
we are not trying to gatekeep our fandom. on the contrary, i think it's really pretty fucking cool to have new people finding an interest in a 160yo book ! and for me, u guys are more than welcome to join our sad silly little fandom. but we just want u to be aware of all of this (and maybe some other issues that do not cross my mind rn) and be educated so we can all be drama free.
ok i'm done now, sorry for the long post, welcome again to the fandom, and if u decide to stay be ready for the tears and the pain caused by mr victor hugo ! bye bye, with love, a little french fan
#les mis#les miserables#enjolras#bbc les mis#bbc!enjolras#the brick#joseph quinn#stranger things#sorry if there are weird phrasing english isnt my native language#(yes im french)#(im standing up for my culture or smtg like that)
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Idk if you’ve watched bbc’s les miserables but if you have, can you write an Enjolras x male reader? If you’re comfortable writing smut, perhaps them making love the night before the day they go to fight at the barricade? If you don’t write smut, it could be anything you’d like honestly I just crave a fix with him!<3
I did just finish watching this last week, funnily enough. This is my first time writing smut, so I'm sorry if it's not very good!
Enjolras x male reader: Smut
Smut (m/m), Reader is male-bodied & uses he/him, No extreme kinks (just some praise), No spoilers! | Requests are open!
Cheers and song died down as the pair left the tavern. Enjolras and Y/N stumbled towards their apartment. Both had drank in honor of the revolution in the morning. The pair struggled a bit on the stairs, coordination lost from the alcohol. Everytime the wooden stairs creaked beneath their weight sent a cringe through their faces. They took turns playfully shushing each other whenever the other took a step. Fortunately they made it to the top without harm or waking the cranky landlord who lived below.
The apartment wasn’t anything to marvel at. It was quaint--all of their items squeezed into a single room. The roof was low, forcing them to duck their heads to avoid hitting it. Of course, that left them with pain in the neck and back, but they couldn’t move anywhere else. Hell, they were lucky they could afford this place. Y/N found his way towards the small bed they shared, bending over to remove his boots. Enjolras followed, pressing his back against the dark wooden walls.
Y/N glanced towards his lover, a giddy smile on his face, making him look his age for once. Such a simple things to warm his heart. “Excited for tomorrow, dear?” he teased, setting his boots on the floor. Those big brown eyes met his own, butterflies fluttered in his stomach. “Of course, love, this is a moment of a lifetime! To organize such a large demonstration!” Enjolras’s excitement was too big to be expressed, his arms flailed about as he spoke. He walked towards a desk pressed against the opposite wall. He busied himself with the varying papers and books strewn about, “They will have no choice but to witness! Witness as the working class revolts against them and their tyranny!” He turned to face Y/N. “It will be written in history books for centuries to come.”
Y/N stood, placing his hands on the other’s shoulders, “Not to mention what will become of the conversation of people like us.” Enjolras grabbed Y/N’s waist, “‘People like us?’ Queer revolutionaries?” A smirk crawled up his lips as Y/N laughed and nodded. One hand raised on Y/N’s cheek while a warm arm wrapped around the small of his back. Their lips pressed against the other, fitting perfectly together.
Their sweet, innocent kiss soon turned heated as Enjolras bit Y/N’s lip. His tongue slipped into his mouth as he moaned. No fight was offered, Y/N allowed his boyfriend to explore his mouth as his hands gripped onto the other’s beautiful curls. The two stepped backwards, only stopping when the back of Y/N’s legs ran into the bed. Smirk ever-so-present, Enjolras gestured towards the bed, silently inviting Y/N to lay back, which he obliged. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Enjolras was unbuttoning his trousers, providing much needed relief to his hardening cock.
Stroking him through his briefs, Enjolras glanced up towards him. “Is this okay, love?” Y/N frantically nodded, causing Enjolras’s grin to somehow get wider. He teasingly removed his briefs, allowing Y/N’s erection to spring free. The cold air meeting him caused a shiver. Resting on his arms, he raised himself off the bed to watch as Enjolras stroked him. Y/N bit his lip. The same eyes that made him swoon almost a year ago stared up at him innocently as Enjolras took the head of his cock inside his mouth. He groaned, throwing his head back. Quickly, Enjolras took more and more of him as he quickened his pace.
Sinful noises filled the space, Y/N thanked all the higher powers that their landlord’s hearing had gone bad. “Oh, fuck, Enjolras. Don’t-fuck-don’t stop,” Y/N moaned, a hand on the back of the other’s head, gently guiding him to go on. Despite his pleas, Enjolras’s mouth left his cock. His lips were swollen and red and so kissable. The hand on the back of his head guided him towards Y/N, engaging in another heated makeout session.
Without words being spoken, the two stripped the remainder of their clothes, only stopping to kiss each other and bite the other’s exposed skin.
Y/N laid on his back with Enjolras between them. With a gentle caress of his lover’s face, Enjolras whispered, “May I, dear?” Y/N responded with a muttered, “yes,” and he grabbed a small bottle of lubrication and a rubber from the floor.
Covering his cock with a generous amount of oil, Enjolras pressed the head of his member against Y/N’s entrance. As he pressed in, he lowered his head, peppering his neck, shoulder, and chest with kisses. “You’re doing so good, Y/N. You feel so divine, my love,” he muttered praises. Y/N’s grip on his back strengthened, nails clawing at him. He could only pant, his brain gone fuzzy from the feeling of becoming fuller. Finally, Enjolras bottomed out, still kissing and praising his lover. He waited for consent to continue moving, not wanting to hurt his love. After some time, Y/N gave him permission to begin moving.
Slow, tender thrusts sent the pair into moans, increasing in volume and frequency as Enjolras went faster. Y/N’s cock bounced in time of his thrusts, leaking precum across his abdomen without care. His eyes screwed shut from pleasure. Once he did open them, he was met with the glorious sight of Enjolras pleasure-stricken face above him, hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.
“Enjolras-fuck, fuck-I’m so close. I'm so close,” Y/N moaned out. Enjolras reached down and stroked his cock in response. “I know, dear. I am too,” a filthy moan escaped his lips, “Cum with me, Y/N. You can do that for me, can’t you?” Frantic, Y/N nodded, the mixture of Enjolras stroking his cock and fucking him made thinking impossible. “That’s it. That’s my good boy,” he cooed, fucking into even harder than before. The praise went straight to his dick. “Enjolras, I can’t, I got to,” Y/N pleaded, words slurring as his head thrashed about.
“Then cum for me, love.”
That’s all it took for Y/N’s climax to overtake him. Nerves burned from pleasure. His arms reached for anything to ground himself as white liquid covered his stomach and Enjolras’s hand. He felt Enjolras’s thrust grow erratic before stopping, burying himself into the crook of his neck and moaning his name into his ear.
Time was a blur. Y/N felt lips being pressed against his before the warmth on top of him left. Before he could process its absence, Enjolras came back with a rag, cleaning him up, before tossing it and the used rubber away. He laid beside the blissed out Y/N, wrapping his arms around him. Y/N turned, pressing his back to the other’s chest. “You are gorgeous, dear. Just beautiful.” Enjolras pressed more kisses from his neck down his shoulder and upper arm and back. “As are you.” Y/N traced circles into the warm arm wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep like this, basking in each other’s presence.
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ok so i guess there r new les mis fans bc of joseph quinn (who played enjolras in 2019 bbc les mis mini series) and i just encountered a post about it and it. said the Weirdest things?
a) op said “u need to be aware that enjolras is a queer character“ which. i mean its obvi been tossed around and speculated and there is textual supporting evidence but stating this like victor hugo wrote an explicutly “queer” character in 1862 is. patently untrue. which isnt even getting into the odd assigning if a fictional character from 1832 modern words to describe gender and sexual identity such as queer/trans/aroace (all of which this post uses)
b) op also says “please, be aware that the y/n fanfic and nswf y/n fanfic with female character x enjolras can be really disturbing, especially for people who have been in the fandom for a long time and are really looking up to his character and kinning him” UM HI? a y/n fanfic w fictional character enjolras does not bear the responsibility of not being disturbing to randos who dont like it. this is very much a “dont like dont read” scenario. i have never once in 6+ yrs of reading les mis fic ever encountered y/n enjolras fic so this cannot be that difficult for a person to manage on their own.
c) personal gripe but they also say “let's not forget how we collectively hated on the casting choice when it first came out and i find it a bit odd to suddenly change our mind just bc it's the same actor who plays eddie munson“ which. i have LONG SAID much of the bbc les mis casting was the only redeeming aspect. i loved ellie bamber as cosette and erin kellyman as eponine and arch madekwe as courfeyrac and joseph quinn as enjolras and turlough convery as grantaire! sorry i was built different i saw the light in that godawful mini series
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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.
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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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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Fourteen
Summary: Enjolras and his girl, make a pledge.
Notes/Warnings 18 + for this installment! Shows, some Enjolras weaker character traits…being quick to anger. Enjolras deflowers fem!reader. Mention of body parts.
Kiss me, Kiss me again - Embrasse-moi, embrasse-moi encore, Yes, my sweet angel - Oui, mon doux ange, My angel - Mon ange, My sweet angel, you are fine - Mon doux ange, tu vas bien, I will make love to you now - je vais te faire l'amour maintenant,
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“Embrasse-moi, embrasse-moi encore.”
He did, and he never wanted to stop.
As a cool breeze swirled around the two of you, coming from the depths of the night. Heavy, gray clouds rolled in and swallowed the full moon. They took away the silvery light that had been illuminating the inky night. Enjolras barely felt the breeze or notice as the moon hid behind some clouds.
He continued to brace himself against the wall, as the stones still dug into his hand. He allowed himself to lose himself in kissing you. A flutter went through his heart as he felt your fingers entwine in his hair.
The clouds finally stopped above in the inky sky, it was light at first then mere moments later the rain fell with heavy, large drops. A squeal came from you that bounced off the walls of the narrow alley.
He brushed aside his dripping curls that fell into his eyes aside. “We have to get out of here.” There was no going back, part of him felt. Something had shifted between the two of you. “Take my hand.” He offered you his hand. You eyes met, and you took it. Something deep within him came together; he couldn’t put his finger on it but it felt right, it felt right with you.
“Where are we going?” You asked but already following him, not letting go.
“My room in the boarding house.” He glanced back at you, as he led you. “I do not want us to get stuck here or elsewhere.”
You nodded, “I agree.”
Soon, he was leading you down the street through an another alley and down a few more blocks. He tried to always go to his place in different ways. A routine could led to mistakes, and to be possibly found out.
******
He stopped at an overhang not far from the boarding house. “The lady of the household may know you have been here but I don’t want all the other ears and eyes to become aware.”
“I’ll be quiet.”
“I know you can be.” He pressed his lips together. “I just worry for your, our safety.”
You nodded.
He looked over the courtyard. The rain may be still coming down in sheets but he was well aware there were scoundrels. He knew they would linger in the shadows and take advantage of such moments; especially in the rain. And since it was the middle of the night.
“Remember, what I had said earlier. Hold your skirts up and keep holding my hand.”
You nodded once again.
“Ok,” He whispered. “It’s clear.” He glanced down. “Let’s go.”
Continuing to hold your hand tightly, he slipped past the open rooms, once on the stairs, he climbed them with haste in mind.
It was just outside his door when he finally let go of your hand and reached in his pocket for his key. “We can relax inside.” He said softly, as he saw you try and calm yourself.
*****
The soft scent that he only knew as you lightly tickled his nose as you came to stand beside him. It brought a delightful sensation to his thudding heart. He was grateful his hand remained steady as he slid the lock into place.
“Now, we’re safe from that rain.”
“Yes.” He drew close to you, in the dim light managed to come in from his dirty window.
“Enjolras.” You whispered, as you looked up at him.
Oh, he needed, no he truly wanted to kiss you again. He pressed his lips together, tearing himself away from you. “We need some light once again. I want to see you properly.” He went and lit his candles and this time he places the glass over them so the light became fuller. Finally, he could see you as clearly as he did in the pub.
The bitter smell from the extinguished match caused him to make a face. Turning, he strode back over to you. With the gentle ease of his hands, he freed you from your sodden scarf that only sagged against you. He did not miss the soft pink flush that fell over you or how you inhaled as his hands grazed you. He laid the scarf the chair.
He felt your hand on his arm, before he heard your voice. “Enjolras.”
He turned to you. “Oui, mon doux ange?”
“I, I…” Your voice cracked, he saw something in your eyes.
Moving just so, he wrapped arm around your waist and pulled you close till you were flush against him. Your breath felt warm as you exhaled. He could see how your eyes grew at his actions.
The ale that still lingered in him, heightened the stirrings you caused in him. This time he didn’t suppress what having you against him caused. You didn’t push him away but you did wiggle.
“Mon ange after we parted,” He began. “all I could do was think of you. I came back here, my bed was still warm. My mind, my heart gave me visions of us. So I grabbed my book, I knew I would need something to tear my thoughts away from you.”
“But why, I thought it was good to have thoughts of the one,” You swallowed. “you care about.”
“Yes, it is.” His heart thudded harder in his chest. “I have had many of you, I hope you of me.” A tingle of relief prickled at him when he saw you nod. “but these, these created something in me to want, to crave more.” He swallowed.
It was growing hard for him to speak, the words hid. He couldn’t understand why. When speaking of his ideas on how to attack the royalists, to rile up or encourage those who followed him and his band of comrades, it was easy. Words, a plenty came to him. Though to speak to you, he faltered how did he tell you what he truly wanted. He feared it may cause you to run away.
“But you are a revolutionary, and I’m only a mere child just filled with silly dreams.”
“Damn it why do you keep saying that? Where did that come from.” His anger bubbled forth faster then he had meant it too.
You grew small in his arms at the flash of his anger.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, after a few moments, when he felt you relax he reached up and he undid the ribbon that held your hair back. With a soft sway, your wet hair fell in waves down your shoulders and back.
“A family friend, the doctor.” You whispered.
“What?” He took a breath. “Him? How would he?” Exasperation filled him. “Why would he even say such a thing?“
You shrugged. “When you pulled me into that small alcove for a kiss he saw.” As you looked up at him, he saw a few tears that clung to your lashes.
His jaw tightened. “How dare he attempt to poison you against me.”
“I think he is only worried, with all the violence.”
“That may be so but how he referred to you. Yes, you have your dreams and they are something, I would never wish to take away from you.” He had enjoyed hearing you share them when he had sat with you under the willow.
“So you don’t see me as a child?” How you looked up at him, stole his breath.
“Never.”
******
Your heart was in your throat, as you stepped closer to him. Something in you wanted more. You slipped your arms under his coat, he was still warm and dry underneath, it pulled a sigh from you. His solid body stiffened. A desperation you didn’t know existed came over you.
“Don’t push me away, Enjolras. Earlier, I had so enjoyed kissing and nipping at you. I want to do that again…I…I..”
His warm hand came up and cupped your cheek. His touch stole away anything you could have said further.
“I enjoyed how your lips, your tongue felt on me.”
You closed your eyes, as his thumb caressed your cheek and as you heard his words. “I would never want to, but you must know.” He tilted your face up. “Ange, look at me when I say this to you.”
At this moment, if you pierced your heart with a dagger it would hurt less. What was it he could possibly tell you. Had you caught his eye while he was promised to another. That he didn’t want to be with you as a man did a woman. That what you had shared had been more then enough. Tears filled your eyes, one managed to escape. His thumb caught it and he brushed it aside.
“If you allow me to love you, to feel you like my mind had imagined, things will never be the same.”
You swallowed. “Since the moment, I first met you I gave you my trust. So once again, I do.” Tears, tears of happiness filled your eyes. You trembled as you felt him kiss them away. The softness of his goatee only added to the comfort and sweetness of those kisses.
“Oh, my sweet angel.” As he held you so close, you felt a tremble go through him. Your eyes were unwavering from his. “Long ago, I pledged my life to France, though now, I pledge my life to you.”
Flames from the candles flickered around the two of you, before once again standing proud casting their light as where it could reach. You wondered if it was caused from a stray breeze that found its way through a crack in one of the walls, or perhaps it was Lachesis giving you and Enjolras her blessing.
“Oh Enjolras,” You wrapped yourself tighter against him. “I pledge my heart, and give you my life.”
His lips met yours and you clung onto him. This kiss was just as hungry as the one in the alley, but there was also a warmth and tenderness to this one. As you felt yourself press against him once again, a soft moan rose from the depths of you. Your lips parted and his eyes moved over you, yet his grip on you did not loosen. If he had, you were certain that your trembling legs would not have held you up.
“Mon doux ange, tu vas bien ?”
“Yes. It all feels so good.”
“I’m glad.”
******
Your heart was thudding hard in your chest as you laid on your side under Enjolras’s fuzzy blanket. You may have still been in your chemise with your stockings that clung to your thighs, but for the first time, you were without your corset. His nimble fingers plucked, pulled and finally loosen the laces of it.
You were in no fear of growing light headed. Though, as you watched Enjolras not that far away from you in his small room, watching as he shed clothes made you fuzzy all over.
All that remained at the moment was his puffy white shirt, that you were convinced looked the most dashing and a very nice set of breeches. This sight of him, leaning there, as he had a drink. Wanting to freshen himself up for you, made you warm all over. But those soft feelings were short lived.
As you eyed him there, like this made you feel tingly all over. It caused you to rub your thighs together. Something, you had not done before but now, it felt right.
You shifted back into bed, as he sat down on its edge. The mattress gave into his weight. “My love,” He cupped your cheek. “Is this something you truly want?”
“Yes, with all of me I do.” Your voice was just above a whisper.
******
“I do not believe we will need this.” He told you as he gently pulled the blanket from you.
Seeing how the chemise laid on you with no corset, no petticoat made his breath catch. Despite extinguishing two of the four candles, he could still see all of you.
Turning, while leaning on his elbow he reached out to you. “My lovely girl.” He breathed.
For a moment, he just held you close your chest rose and fell with his. His eyes moved over the how your hair framed your face to the curve of your cheeks down to the line of your jaw.
“Enjolras, kiss me.”
At the sound of your voice he met your eyes, tilting his head down his lips met yours. He relished the softness of you as he felt you draw closer against him. His hand that and been idly caressing your arm now pulled you closer still.
A smile momentarily curled his lips as he felt you tremble. “Yes, my love.” He cooed softly. “Is your heart racing like mine?”
“Yes.” Your voice was hushed yet stretched in an expectation that matched his own.
“I want to see more of you, love.”
“Ok.”
Gently, as he inwardly trembled he grabbed the hem of your chemise he pulled it up and over your head. His eyes grew at the sight of you. “Oh my ange, mon doux ange.” He spoke softly. He wrapped arm around you again.
He could see the flush fill your cheeks and all the emotions that came with it, fill your eyes. “You,” His words stumbled. “You are so lovely, mon doux ange. You have no reason to flush.”
In his studies at the university he had seen his share of women in their nude form depicted in art or in books but none them could prepare him for you.
His lips met yours and he kissed you, while his finger tips merely grazed the side of one of your breasts. They gentle weight was so soft and firm it caused his stomach to tighten. The kiss the two of you shared broke as his thumb grazed the pink bud of your nipple.
The sound that poured from your lips immediately brought heat and a hardness to his loins. “Feel good my love?”
“Oh, yes.”
You arched and writhed as he held you, his fingertips continued caressing, relishing in the sounds he pulled from you.
“I want, no I need to feel more of you.” He laid you down beside him. Sitting up he pulled his shirt from his breeches.
You were so sensitive that as he came back to lay against you, it pulled the most delightful sounds. Your lashes fluttered, passion was fiery in your eyes as he gazed down at you. “Touch me again.” You almost pleaded.
“Yes, of course my love.”
Only this time, the temptation was there and he acted on it. He met you in the briefest of kisses before trailing his lips to your throat to your chest. His thumb continued to caress your breast and that sweet little bud, how it made you move against him.
Glancing up at you, made him moan at the mere sight of you. Your eyes close, lips softly parted like the flower petals that they were to let your sweet sounds escape. You bucked as his hand finally left your breast but soon caressed its way down your soft stomach before he glided his hand to the curve of your hip.
Not able to stop himself, he needed to taste more of you. Your throat had not been enough. Lightly, and unsure at first he traced you with his tongue. Oh, it felt so good and how then your fingers had met his scalp and his curls, he moaned himself against you feeling them work their own miracle of sensations in him. His hand caressed at your thigh, the difference between the softness of you and the contrast to the stockings was intoxicating.
It was coming increasingly harder to wear his breeches as they grew tight, taunt even as he grew.
“My love…” His voice was soft.
As he spoke he moved his hand so that came to rest on at the soft and warm apex between your legs.
You arched up like a bow against his, your eyes were half open as they met his. “Oh Enjolras.” As his name broke your lips and your hand came over his, he felt himself twitch against his breeches. A deep moan, that mingled with a desperate groan came from deep with him as he longed to take himself out.
“Love.” He swallowed a breath, he needed air. “I wish to remove these from you.” He hand moved just so and as he did the fabric immediately grew wet. Enjolras, knew from his limited knowledge, this was very good.
“Yes, please. I want you too.” Your eyes pleaded with his.
With your help and wiggling just enough they were soon off and discarded with your chemise. Biting the inside of his cheek, he muffled a chuckle that threatened to bubble from him. As he watched you pull down the stockings that had still proud sat on your legs.
He couldn’t be sure was it realization that filled you or was it your sweet coyness that he was finding incredibly endearing but you cupped yourself, hiding yourself once your legs were free those stockings.
Though, he had managed to catch a glimpse of your sweet mound.
The sight of you as this made him reach down and press a very firm hand against himself. This was growing to be almost much for himself. He sucked in air.
So gently he placed his much larger hand over yours. “You are lovely, mon doux ange. Don’t hide from me now.” He moved his hand gently up and down yours.
“But Enjolras?” You trembled. “I’m nervous.”
“There is no need love, I am just as nervous. Though a longing to feel the softest part of you as taken ahold of me. So may I, will you allow me to touch you?”
“Yes,” You trembled. “It’s just,” Your words lost you for a moment. “It’s just I’ve never had anyone touch me.”
He knew the answer, yet he felt if you voiced it perhaps it would ease how you felt. He smiled at you. “My sweet girl, as there should have never been. I am honored I am the one you chose to lay with.”
“Oh, Oh Enjolras..“ Your words drifted way and a soft moan came from your parted lips, as his hand finally replaced yours.
“I’m here. I’m here.” Gently, he cupped you. Delight shot through him as he slipped two fingers into the soft, wetness of your mound. Never had he felt something so good.
You writhed against his fingers. A louder, and sharper sound came from you as his fingers slipped and discovered a little nub. It felt like the soft buds of your breasts, gently he rubbed at it loving what it did to you when he did.
It brought him so much closer. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. He slowed his fingers and went back to gently cupping you.
“Love?” He drew close and pressed some soft kisses here and there.
Your hand felt amazing as drew from his hair, caressing his cheek. “Yes.” Your reply was breathless.
He swallowed. “All of this, your loveliness it is almost too much. I wish, I yearn to be one with you.” He could feel as your heart that already felt like it was beating hard, like his own beat harder at his words.
As your eyes met his, searching his and as the silence grew longer from you, he began to worry. Had he asked too much.
“My treasure,” He chewed his lip. It was probably much to ask, he may have pledged his life to you but it wasn’t the same as being wed.
“Please, I want us to be one. I want to feel you.”
“Then it is with great pleasure and from my heart, faire l’amour to you my ange.”
Reaching down he began to undo the buttons of his trousers, relief over the fabric loosening, gave him comfort. Not wanting too, but knowing it was needed he stood beside the bed once again. As he did, he finished undoing the last of the buttons on his trousers, the pushing them down and stepping free of them. He was finally as nude as you.
Without even thinking, he cupped and hid himself from you. A pang of worry shot through him. What would you make of seeing him naked.
“Oh Enjolras.” You whispered.
You reached out and your fingertips gently grazed the tuffs of hair on his stomach and moved down to where his hands held himself.
Was it possible that this gentle touch that he just barely felt made him even more aroused. Where before he twitched against his trousers, now he did against his hands.
“You are like paintings, statues from the days of past.”
Now, he flushed. A feeling, he had never thought would fill him, but he welcomed it. “Truly?”
“Yes.”
******
Carefully, Enjolras came back into the bed and this time he settled between your legs, the sight of him took your breath. His curls were a mess, his eyes were focused and the sight of him made the pleasurable ache once again blossom between your legs, only this time it was the mere sight of him that did that to you. An eagerness took a hold of you as to how the rest of this would be.
His hand came along side you to brace himself. “Now, my love I have heard this may hurt but I promise, I will not allow that pain to linger.”
You nodded. “I believe you.”
You inhaled as pleasurable tingles erupted at the mere feel of his tip rubbing up against you. “Oh, oh that feels good.” Your head began to tilt back. You fought it. You wanted to watch.
“Good, good.” He cooed softly, in contrast to the strain you saw sharpen features. Your eyes meeting your heart swelled. “My love here comes the part that may be painful.” He warned.
As he began to enter you, immediately you felt the resistance of your body, there was a sliver of pain and you clung to him, whimpering.
“I’m here, mon doux ange. I’m right here.”
His voice was soft but there was a tightness to it. You don’t know if it reached his face since you squeezed your eyes shut. He lips grazed your forehead.
“Take a breath for me.”
“Ok.” You did as he asked, and you felt as he slid in once again.
This time there was only a pinch worth of pain then he was in. Blinking, you opened your eyes, it felt good.
“Better, love?“
You met his eyes and smiled. “Yes, you feel good.” You were a little shaky but this was giving you flutters everywhere.
“Good, je vais te faire l'amour maintenant.”
Without a further word, you looked up at him once again, his name was a breathless whisper on your lips before his met yours in a hungry kiss. As your tongues move together as you felt him moving in and out of you. His cheek with soft wiry hair of his goatee, you felt his breath before you heard his voice. “You feel so good ange.” His words a whisper.
You body delighted in how he felt in and against you. You wrapped you arms around him, pulling him closer still. Unsure of yourself, you attempted to move with him. It pulled out the most pleasurable sounds from him.
“Yes. Yes.” He panted. “Just like that.”
He moved faster and deeper, it wasn’t long till you felt like you were going to come undone. A sound came from you that you couldn’t hold back, as it poured from your lips it was a mixture of a moan and a whine.
His warm brown eyes met yours filled with concerned. “I’m ok.” You promised.
You felt yourself arching and tightening against the solid warmth of his body, “Oh, yes..yes.” You said in full abandon, panting unable to catch your breath. Your legs trembled as he continued to slide in and out of you. The pleasure that was filling you, was sharpening between your legs. It was exquisite, though it began to border on pain.
******
He was close to cumming, he could practically taste his release. You were so wonderfully tight. He never knew it to feel this good. Seeing you like this flushed and eyes shiny, far exceeded what anything his mind had imagined and felt better too.
“I feel like,” You finally managed to say. “I feel like I could break Enjolras.”
“Oh, that is good my sweet angel. Give yourself up to it.”
A soft whimper came from you, as he pulled himself tighter against you. The erect buds of your breasts were like small caresses. Your moans grew, till finally you made a moan that sounded like his name breaking your lips, as your body tightened around him.
He grew with pride, he had most assuredly made you cum. “That’s my sweet girl.” He cooed softly as you shook under him, before you began to wilt. It was a sight that only fueled his desire for you. He thrust, once twice more as he made his way even deeper inside of you before he finally came hard, arching into you. He felt as your fingers nestled in his hair making him spasm in the aftermath of cumming so hard.
“Oh, my sweet angel.” He murmured, he pressed a hasty kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against your shoulder. “My sweet angel.” He exhaled pressing some kisses on your shoulder, the curve of and where-ever else his lips could reach.
******
The dark blue, purplish tinge of the false dawn flooded Enjolras room. When you awoke with a start, from a nightmare. The anguish of it clawed at you, as you fought to awake up and leave the feelings of the nightmare where they were in the nightmare and not in the waking world.
Sighing, you glanced behind you and saw Enjolras, lightly stirring. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you watched him rub at one of his eyes.
“Are you alright my love?” He asked, blinking he opened one eye while he continued to rub at the other.
“Yes, just a silly nightmare.” You said sourly.
“Come here, my sweet treasure. No more nightmare.” He felt silly in the best possibly way. “Let me hold you in hopes of chasing it away.”
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A Time to Fight and to Love
Part Twenty - Two
Summary: Closing of a chapter in life.
Warnings/Notes: Angst, Vision of possible death (makes reference to canon novel/movie end of Enjolras), Fluff, sadness of reader’s father’s passing, dated modes of thinking with marriage..woman’s role.
Long chapter. Two collages. There are a few more chapters lined up. 😥 I am having fun expanding on the character of Enjolras…hope you like it too! and after a bit there is some fluff. Oh! So yes…I veered more away from canon…and one of the pictures I used in my collage is not terribly accurate (might change) but it helps convey the setting.
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Blinking, you stirred to the sun dancing on your closed eyes. Stretching and yawning, you finally opened your eyes.
Seeing Enjolras, you relaxed. He had fallen asleep, sitting at the end of the sofa. You allowed yourself to smile at the sight of him before you. Easily, you could tell by how his lashes rested on his cheeks and the softness of his face, he was deeply asleep.
Glancing around the room, it looked even more welcoming in the light of day. You could now see that it was a small library, sitting area. Shifting you were careful not to awake Enjolas. An eagerness came over you when you saw all of the books.
That’s when you spotted a plate of food. Your stomach churned in delight. There was food you had not laid your eyes on in months, if not longer. You glanced back at Enjolras and smiled. He had certainly raided his solicitor’s kitchen.
PausIng, resting your elbow on your thigh you sat there and looked him over. The warm light of the day that poured into the room, made his curls a richer looking brown. Seeing how they rested on his forehead made you smile. All of it made him even more impossibly handsome. It made your heart flutter. You resisted the urge to press a kiss to his cheek. He needed his rest.
There was much more you had learn about him but you were grateful that you were given the chance. Feeling cornered in that alleyway, watching him clang swords with that solider made you tremble. You could feel your throat tighten. At any moment, he could have been run through. Several more soldiers could have poured out of that doorway. You know they would have lined up the two of you….a cry of anguish came from the pit your stomach. You finally realized that you had biting your fist when a blossom of pain hit you.
“Angel, are you ok?” Enjolras’s gravely voice freed you from your visions.
Blinking, you opened your eyes and you found Enjolras was kneeling in front of you.
Your bottom lip trembled, shaking your head you let your sink to carpet. “No.” You managed weakly.
“Oh my ange, mon doux ange.” He whispered as you felt his arms wrapping his arms around.
You nestled close. “Enjolras, I had been so afraid. He could have run you through, they could have lined us up.” Your voice trailed off.
“But It didn’t happen Courfeyrac and I managed. We’re safe. I will always make sure you are safe.”
“Oh Enjolras.” You whimpered, as you nestled even closer; his arms around you tightened.
******
The trunk creaked when opened. Inwardly, your heart sank, none of your possessions were going with you. Enjolras knelt down beside it and carefully opened his pillowcase.
“In England, we will make new memories.”
You nodded. “We will start a new chapter in our lives.”
“Yes, yes we will.”
A ghost a smile touched his lips before he looked back into the pillowcase. He inhaled sharply.
“Is everything ok?” A pang of worry went through you. He gently took out your scarf.
“Oh, my scarf. With everything I forgot we tucked that in there.”
“Me too.”
******
You tucked your scarf into the trunk, which was now brimming with items. Enjolras looked everything over a final time before locking it. He slipped the key into one of inside pockets of his jacket.
You glanced at Olivier.
“I don’t even know what to say.”
Olivier smiled. “You made this young man happy. And that makes me happy.” He replied warmly.
Enjolras stood and dusted his hands off.
“Olivier, you out did yourself. That is more then I’ve allowed myself to have since living here on my own.”
“I know Julien. Someone did help me with that.”
“Oh?”
Olivier turned to you. “Let us go to my office.”
*****
His stomach churned, these last few months he had insisted she stay in the country. He had been terribly concerned for her safety. The months had passed quickly.
“Julien.”
He turned and watched as his mother began to close the distance, he met her halfway.
“Olivier, sent word.”
“I see.” He exhaled and shook his head. “It’s worse then ever.”
“He told me. But he didn’t want you to leave without me seeing you.”
“What if the carriage had been stopped? I don’t see or hear father. Who would have protected you.”
“There was no way, I was not going to say goodbye to my son.”
His mother’s eyes were piercing. It reminded him of the times he would try to hide from her the few times the foil or the saber landed.
He stepped closer. He relieved to see his mother but the thought of her risking her life to come here made his relief and annoyance mix. It made him ill.
He glanced away, he knew it was a mother thing, but she made him feel like a child.
“You risked alot.” He pressed his lips together, meeting her eyes.
She shrugged. “You are my only son.” She reached a gloved hand up to cup his cheek. “I couldn’t bear the thought of not saying goodbye, I love you.” She gave him a soft smile. “And I have to meet woman that made you change your vow.”
He placed his good hand over hers. “Thank you, mother. I love you too.”
That’s when she saw his wrapped hand. She opened and closed her mouth but didn’t say a word.
“So he told you that as well.”
She stepped back and met his eyes again.
“Yes.”
*******
“I want you to know, I swear I will do all in my power to reach out to your mama and Greta. If it continues to be safe enough, I will get them passage to you and Enjolras.”
“Juilien.”
The older man gave you a soft smile. “Yes, Juilien.”
There was a sharp knock on the door.
He smiled. “This is probably her. I assure you, she is a firm but kind woman. A lot of her is in Julien.”
“Ok.” You whisper and inhale. You were nervous.
“Ah dear woman,” You heard him greet her. “Yes, she is in here. I shall give the two of you some time.”
Glancing your way, he nodded.
At first you were going to have hold your hands in front but at the last moment you brought them behind you. The door closed with a whisper.
In your nervousness you kept looking at the wooden floor. You could practically feel the grains in the planks. The floor creaked as the woman came over.
“Oh my, do look up. I am not a tyrant.”
You did and there was no doubt where Enjolras got his charisma from. She was elegant, like your mama when father was still alive. So you could only imagine what his father was like. Though, hers made you nervous she had traveled through the night and still looked amazing.
Behind your back you wrung your hands. You would not fidget, even when you could practically feel as she looked you up and down. Never had you been more grateful you had worn your best dress for the wedding ceremony. It was elegant and beautiful, but was not too extravagant.
“So you are the lady that made my son break his vow?”
“Yes. I oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, speak my child.”
“He told me of a promise he made. I didn’t realize it had been a vow.”
“Ah, yes. He can be quiet at times when he should talk and then will talk lot when he doesn’t have to.” She smiled.
You nodded.
“Pardon my assumption but you don’t look like one fighting along side him. How did you two meet?”
“Your assumption was correct. We met by chance. I was out late one night getting medicine for my mama. Our paths crossed and he made sure to escort me the rest of the way to the physician and then back to my house.”
She smiled at that. “That pleases me to hear.” Her eyes were quite keen, Enjolras had her eyes, and they could be utterly unwavering. “But do you not have a brother or father that could have done that?”
You had to stop yourself from giggling, since he had said the same exact thing when you informed of your actions.
“I have no brother and my father died at sea.”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
*******
You watched as she removed a beautiful brooch that accented her dress. She pressed her lips together then looked at you.
“To be honest, I wish I could have grown to know you during a courtship between you and my son.” She sighed. “But these are difficult and hard times.”
You nodded.
“I fully expected when getting that telegram I was going to be bringing him home for his final rest.” Her eyes twinkled. “Instead here we are. You must be pretty special.”
You could see that her eyes had become shiny. A lump formed in your throat.
“But here he is, young and as handsome as ever, and with a lovely wife.”
She smiled.
You felt the warmth of a flush in your cheeks. “Thank you.”
“As I’m sure you are aware he is and can be incredibly charming,” She took a step closer to you. “it is how he kept from getting in trouble as a young boy. He did get into fair amount of scraps but he’d tell what happened and I wouldn’t have the heart to punish him.“
You nodded.
She sighed. “That is why in the end, I didn’t fight too hard when he told me of his vow for France.” She grimaced. “I also knew that in end he’d still leave. If I pushed too hard, I worried I’d never see or hear from him again.”
Her gloved thumb grazed the elegance of the broach. Glancing down, it reminded you of treasures your father would bring home from his trips.
“It is that stubborn side of his I wanted to avoid. Once his heart is set, he has rarely ever changed his mind.”
At least you couldn’t help but a small giggle. “I have seen that side of him too.”
“I am sure you have.” She joined you with a smile and nodded. Then all at once, the air felt heavy.
“Since, I trust my son I accept you as his wife.” Her eyes met yours. You could see the intensity they shared. “Promise, me if he blesses you with a daughter, you can give this to her or if you are blessed with a son; he can give it to woman he loves. Till then I give you this with my blessing.”
“I…I don’t know what to say.” Your voice faltered as she placed it your hands.
“You don’t need to breath a word. Just love him. And be a kind yet firm mother to the children that will surely bloom within you.”
“I promise.”
******
With a help of Olivier’s maid, she helped you dress. Now you were clad in your new day dress. Your wedding dress was safely stored away in the trunk along with your gift from Enjolras’s mother. It had been decided that something a little more functional would be best for the journey to England.
You tried to look at France as much as you could while the carriage bounced along the cobble stones. Beside you, Enjolras and Olivier were discussing some final arrangements.
You looked at the boat then back France. You were about to start a whole new life in England. Father, you thought to yourself, I’m on the cusp of an adventure. A new start. This was something you could have never ever imagined. But here you were.
Now on the way to ocean, you had become certain you’d never return. A part of it broke your heart. Anguish still sliced at you, that you’d never see mama and Greta again.
You were grateful that Olivier had given you some paper to write them both a letter explaining. They had to realize it was too dangerous to return.
You hoped that the doctor had not just been giving shallow boasts. He better scoop her up and usher her away to the country. Maybe after she would tell him, of you going to live in England would be enough for him to do that. And maybe that would give her a second chance at some happiness.
******
You smelled the ocean before it came into view. Simultaneously, you felt an uneasiness come over you and yet it also felt so familiar. It had been a scent growing up you had been used to. The scent clung to your father for weeks after he would return with his treasures. But it was also the ocean that led to him never coming home.
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Twenty - One
Summary: New developments for Enjolras and his Angel.
Notes/Warnings: There is some angst & finally some fluff! With some reading & research, I discovered that in some circles that is Enjolras’s…first name. (Read & find out😏) I decided to fluff his character out some more.
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Ma poupée - my doll endearing term, saucisson - a dry sausage, solicitor - lawyer
You watched as he trembled as he brought the cloth to his face. Inside, you still could not put two thoughts together but this you knew you could do. You went over to him, your eyes met and you nodded.
Soon you were dipping and wringing and wiping off the soot, the streaks of blood from his face. You did notice a scratch near his hair line but luckily it no longer bled.
******
A silence still hung heavily in the room. Opening a chest, he grabbed the only other shirt and vest, he owned. He untied the ribbon you had affixed to his old vest and silently he held it up to you, and you easily tied it to his new one.
Taking a pillow case, he stuffed his book into it. Grabbing a handkerchief wrapped it around his blue bottle of aftershave. Your light blue scarf that for once had not slipped free of you now laid on the back of his only chair, he now grabbed and pit it into the pillowcase. Lastly, he found the gloves his mother had sent him when she was worried about the winter. He stuffed those in, and finally swung it all over one shoulder.
“I have to get out here. I will go to my solicitor, he will help me.”
He could feel your gently touch through the scarf that remained around it. “I didn’t leave earlier, I won’t now.”
“It might get uncomfortable. Together, we may end up dying.”
“Alright.” He believed you.
******
You stay close behind and in the shadows as you walked as quietly as you could leaving his apartment and the boarding house. Though, you gave his room a final look. It had held so many moments.
The alleyways concealed the two of you yet the cobblestones certainly made the sound Enjolras’s and your boots echo. Finally just as the moon began to rise in the sky, the two of you made it to his solicitor’s office.
******
He was deeply relieved that they had made it. Before leaving the alley he glanced around. The streets were quiet, lowering the sack at his feet, he knocked on the door.
He heard the locks, then the door creaked open. A pale face peered around the door.
“Enjolras, my dear boy.” He immediately covered his mouth, but motioned for him to come in.
Enjolras, reached for you and soon the two you were inside. He was never more pleased to see the man. Who behind them moved quickly to lock the door once more.
******
The fireplace crackled, it was warm and comforting.
“Dear boy the words being whispered,” The old man shook his head. “I was certain that you were dead.” He brought over a sniff of brandy for the two of you.
“Thank you.” He shook his head, “Not yet.” Seeing your eyes grow he gave you a comforting pat on the leg.
The man came around and sat down across from them. “Such a relief, I don’t know how I would have told your mother or father.” He added after a pause.
“It would have been hard to tell her but to be honest I am sure when father hears that I am still among the living, he is almost disappointed.” He took a sip, he swallowed down the gasp the strong brandy tried to pull from him. He had grown used to weaker drinks.
The man’s eyes twinkled. “No.” He shook his head. “He just, he just had other hopes for you.”
“Right.” He pressed his lips together. “Du Vair…”
“Julien, I’ve told you call me Olivier.”
Hearing you inhale, he glanced at you. “Ange, it was the name my father gave me.” He sighed.
“It is a good name.”
“But I am Enjolras.”
“You mother called you that because you were and apparently, still a bit of a terror.” The man smiled.
“Yes. That is why we have to find passage to London.”
The man grew serious again and nodded. “Yes. And I will call on some old favors.”
“Thank you, Olivier.” He stood. “I need to clear my head. I will take use of your water closet.”
The man nodded. “There are some cloths and a pitcher of water.”
“Mother, keeping after you?”
“Yes.”
******
Your head was swimming Julien, solicitor. Who was he really, you wondered.
“Ma poupée, you look upset.”
Now, it was time for you to nod.
You knew well enough to keep your manners but your stomach churned horribly. You did not know how much more you could handle. There was all these different things you were learning. Did you even really know him?
Gently, he took the glass from you and placed it by Enjolras’s if that was even his name, the thought popped into your head. It made your lips curl.
He placed a hand over yours. It was old, dry but it was very comforting. “Listen, he is a very good but strong willed young man.”
You looked and met the man’s eyes. “Yes. I noticed.”
“I met his parents shortly after they married. Both are good people. Enjolras got their best qualities.”
“Is that even his name?”
The man chuckled. “Yes. He’s been going by it well before he attended the university. He never much cared for Julien.”
He glanced over his shoulder.
“When he has his mind set, his mind is set.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“But like I said, he is a good man. I’m glad he met someone who makes him realize that his heart doesn’t just belong to this unforgiving country.”
“So you don’t think he just did it because he may have died today.” You swallowed saying it aloud made tears prickle your eyes.”
“God no. He swore off the foley of love closing on ten years ago. It broke his mother’s heart and since that meant the possibility of no true heirs in his father’s eyes, their connection was severed.”
“That gives me some comfort. Thank you.”
You whispered and dabbed your eyes with the handkerchief he handed you. Your heart once again warmed.
“His mother hearing this will be happy once again.”
“Would his mother care that I am the daughter of a merchant who captured the eye of a lord’s daughter?” You chewed your cheek. “Or his father?”
He made face. “She would love the romance of that and the two of you. And in all honesty, he should be just grateful that his son is here on earth to breathe another day.”
“Alright. I will accept that because I truly came to care, to love him.”
“I can tell. His feelings echo your own.” He smiled, as if looking back. “These last few months, I wondered why he was acting differently. When he came the other night asking for some extra notes, I knew something had caused the wind to shift in his life.”
You flushed at his words.
“Olivier, I do hope you are not boring mon amour with tales of me as a young boy.” Enjolras’s voice sliced through the brief moment of silence.
“Yes, of course I am.”
He gave your hands a reassuring pat before sitting back.
“Dear, he would climb trees and rocks much to the heart ache of his mother and sometimes he did fall.”
You giggled at the image. It had felt like a lifetime since you had laughed.
“You climbed trees too?”
Enjolras scratched the back of his neck. “Yes, lots of them.”
The man looked between the two of you.
“I used to climb my fair share.” You added softly.
“You have picked an interesting girl.”
Enjolras, chuckled. “I certainly have.” You reached over and squeezed his good hand.
“The night is carrying on and I need my sleep.”
The man stood; the two of you moved to join him.
He made a dismissive gesture. “Enjoy the fire, this will be your room for the time being. Take a rest. Enjoy the fire. I am sure you both need it.”
Enjolras, nodded.
“I will be waking early to begin calling on my favors.” He grimaced. “I will make sure, Chloe doesn’t disturb the two of you in here.”
“I might raid your kitchen.”
“I would expect no less.” He looked down at you. “Relax my dear. You are safe here.”
“Thank you.”
He gave the two of you a final look, a nod before turning and leaving the room. He closed the door.
*******
Despite all that had happened, he found himself more worried about you and what you had just found out about him. He hazarded a glance in your direction.
“Ange?”
“There is something I need to know ?”
“Yes.” He bit down on his cheek.
Your tongue felt heavy, pain began to fill your heart. You placed one hand over a another so you wouldn’t tremble. Swallowing for air, for having the ability to finally ask him. “Do you love me?”
“Oh by the gods I do.”
“Oh Enjolras….” Was all you could managed before his warmth, enveloped you. Any doubt, any pain began to melt away.
*******
You both had slipped from the sofa, and sat very much like you did when under the willow. No words were exchanged. You curled up to his solid warmth. His good arm was wrapped around you, holding you close. His fingers absently grazed your side.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, feeling the beat of his heart brought you great comfort. The fire continued to flicker and crackle.
“I will also have him see to your mama, Greta.”
“Thank you.”
“Ange, your mama is mine now and I know how a person like Greta can become family. She certainly acts like it.”
You chuckled, you glanced up at him.
“She had given you quite the talking to that night.”
He rose his eyebrows. “You heard that?”
You pressed your lips together and nodded. “I had not intended to, but I was curious as to why she still spoke to you.” You grimaced. “I was sure I’d never see you again.”
He brought his bandaged hand up and gently caressed your cheek. “As I cut through the park that day, your loveliness drew me close, but you had ensnared my interest. It made me crave more time with you. I needed at least one more day or part of one with you.”
You felt your cheeks flush. “I am so glad.”
“I am as well.”
*******
Startling awake, he rubbed the back of his neck and stretched. The sky was still inky black. He had not slept too long, there were no dreams or night terrors for that matter.
A gentle gnawing, pulling filled him. He was grateful that tonight, he did not have to roll over and ignore that feeling. Getting up, he quietly stood, grabbing a candle he lit it, before he headed to the kitchen.
Once there the footfalls of his boots filled the kitchen. Placing the candle down, he found some saucisson and he smiled. It had been while since he had any. Finding a plate he placed some on it, then as he continued to look. Finding a loaf of bread, he tore some off. Sighing, he ate some. He placed more on the plate for you to wake up to.
*******
He settled back on the floor, near you. The fire suffered to give a proper warming, stoking it had helped. As he looked over your sleeping form, he realized how grateful he was to have not been parted from you.
He brushed some hair from your face as you slept. It had finally claimed you. Silently, he inwardly thanked the gods, Lachesis for being here. To allow for him to have more time with you. He knew he should follow you with sleep. Being alert these next few days were important.
*******
Blinking, you stirred to the sun dancing on your closed eyes.
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Seventeen
Summary: Memories like ghosts visit Enjolras and his girl. Enjolras is about to embark on something that there is no turning back from.
Notes/Warnings: a bit short! Wanted to focus on Enjolras…and his girl before the wave of violence that is coming. Also..tried to add some more of a history to Enjolras. Strictly from my imagination.
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Enjolras, managed to sleep a few hours and as dawn broke, with some cool water he splashed his face to wake him further. Lighting a candle gave his small room some warmth.
Rubbing his hands together, he opened his razor. Easily, he sliced away what he did not wish to be on his any longer. Before he’d go to a barber, but these days he didn’t want anyone that close to his throat. In the dim, sad excuse of the mirror he made sure his goatee looked sharp and groomed. Once more he splashed water on his face to rinse of that hair that still wanted to cling to his face.
He eyed, the blue bottle that sat beside the mirror. It was one of the very few connections to his old life. It made him remember his mother and father.
When the first tuffs of growth on his face appeared, his father took him to his personal barber. It was there he learned how to use a razor and was allow to chose a fragrant splash. He had chosen the bottle at first for its brilliant shade of blue, when he removed the stopper the scent that had been hidden floated to his nose and made him smile.
That day, his father had clapped him on the back. He had told him, he was now one step closer to being a man, a proper gentleman. It was then he finally felt his father’s love. Before he had always felt like a nuisance. His father had always complained that his nose buried too much in books and not life.
Enjolras, squeezed his eyes shut at the memory. He could still hear his father’s rage when he had announced he had decided to give his life over to France. That would be his betrothed. That his sister would and could be the one to give them heirs. His mother cried, and his father threw him out, swearing he’d never allow him back onto the estate.
Things had taken time to get settled on his booted feet. His mother far gentler, would give him wrapped foods from the Ines, the family’s beloved cook. She still did on occasion. Or would make sure that the family lawyer would give him money when needed.
He swallowed, in the span of no more then two days, he tried to imagine what would happen, if he brought you home to the estate. The daughter of a merchant of the high seas, what would they have thought. He’d like to think his mother would think it was terribly romantic and exciting. He couldn’t begin to assume what his father would do.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he grabbed his scarlet scarf, he snapped the fabric. He tied and twisted the fabric so that the knot would not easily come undone. He grimaced at his reflection.
Today, he could only hope he cut the image of the man you loved. Especially, if they fates were going to trim his thread short. If that were to be his fate today, and you had to see him when he was already on his way to the heavens. He hoped he died with dignity.
Absentmindedly, his hand was drawn to the red ribbon you had tied on one of the loops of his vest. He pressed his lips together, as he looked down at it. He hoped that he would see you tonight, and not as a ghost. Quickly he looped the buttons and snuffed out the candle.
Dawn, was still a purple, bluish haze as he was leaving his loft. Sticking to the alley, he went to the agreed upon place. Walking into the warehouse, seeing some food, he tore off a piece of bread and took one of the slabs of cheese.
He was grateful that Despiat. Yesterday, he had given them a fantastic array of knives they could use when needed. But he also supplied them a place for him and his comrades for their discussions at his tavern and also brought them food when he could. Glancing around, seeing Courfeyrac he went over to him.
Sleep still clung to his face, and he wasn’t the only one; Enjolras noticed. He patted his friend on the back, “Better wake up comrade in less then two hours the procession will be starting up.”
His friend chuckled, “I’ll be awake by then. I promise.” A half smiled crinkled his eyes. “Though talk about being awake, we better go check on Marius.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Enjolras, finished the last of the bread and cheese. “We can grab Grantaire along the way.”
******
Regardless of what you did today could get your mind away from Enjolras’s words.
But angel, but love I may be facing battle tomorrow and make you widower by days end.
You helped Greta bang out the drapes. Read in the study while Mama, knitted. You even, polished some of the metal pieces mama had thought it best to hold onto after Father’s passing.
Thankfully, you did have the excuse of not being completely well, so you did disappear to your room. At least there, you could actually allow how upset you were on your face. You did not have to plaster on a smile.
Sitting by your window, you wrapped your light blue scarf around your scarf shoulders.
Sighing, you still remembered that rainy night. The warehouse door had been so heavy. He had turned to look at you in the flickering light of torches and candles. A curl fell into his face as he strode over, his black boots making the only sound. You still could remember, the puffy shirt and ebony vest.
He was the first man to ever kneel before you as he retrieved your scarf from the floor. At the time, you could have sworn you saw streaks of gold in his brown eyes as he handed your scarf back to you.
You pulled the scarf tighter around you.
Your heart fluttered at the memory of how he had pulled the scarf free of pooling around your waist as you sat with him in the tavern.
That was the first time he had rendered you breathless. The ale and his charms did a number on you.
Just quickly as he had managed to make you breathless, he was making you shake with laughter. Taking a silly stance, one usually reserved for statues, he had wrapped your blue scarf around his throat. “I will make sure its always safe.” He had pledged to always keep your scarf safe. Your laughter, his laughter mingled and gave quite the feel of happiness at that moment.
Of course, now you knew that when he spoke of your scarf he had meant you. It made your heart beat harder in your chest while it also felt like at any moment, it could be slice in two.
Getting up, you felt like you could not get a breath in your room. Your chest felt unbearably tight. Going to the window, you opened one of the latches. It creaked horribly, you glanced behind you. Mama, Greta did not come.
Bracing yourself on the window sill you took several breaths. Your scarf flapped gently in breeze that passed by you. The breeze was not strong to brush aside the tears that fell from your eyes as the sounds of screams and loud bursts came to greet your ears.
*******
“They will try and trap us at Bastile.” Enjolras, whispered to Courfeyrac and Grantaire. “But they won’t.”
Silently, he walked along side two of his most trusted comrades. Since both of then wore clothes that were no good at concealing much of anything; he had held onto their guns along with his own. He had personally, cleaned and oiled them. He did not do them any better then any of the others, he only wished to know he had personally worked on the ones that would protect his and their lives.
His heart picked up its pace with each Royal Soldier they passed. The streets were lined with them. His stomach churned, distantly he wondered if he walked by the ones who pulled you into the alley. With his jaw tight, those were ones he wished he could rain his wrath upon. They were getting worse, harassing a lone woman on the streets in the morning.
Gritting his teeth, he took a breath. “Lamarque to the Pantheon!” He called out.
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part 18
Summary: Clashes with the Royal Army finally take place. Other sides of Enjolras revealed…and new developments take place for Enjolras and his gal.
Notes/Warnings: 18 & above please. There are two collages…enjoy! Wound/Blood, War violence…briefly mentioned…
“My sweet angel. So brave coming to see me.” Mon doux ange. Tellement courageux de venir me voir. My angel. Mon ange.
It is not necessary that whilst I live I live happily; but it is necessary that so long as I live I should live honourably. - Quote from philosopher Immanual Kant
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Glancing skyward, Enjolras saw scarlet flags flapping brilliantly against the clear morning sky. With the right push all of these men, women could all raise up their anger fueling them. Perhaps, their voices could would finally be heard. A smiled curled his lips. His heart lifted in hope. The gods, were on their side. Reaching up, absently he gave your ribbon a gentle tug.
Moving among the throngs mourners and his comrades, he gave the nod. In a breath, they reacted. Easily six of them took over pulling the carriage that carried the casket of General Lamarque. There was practically no resistance. Elation began to fill him. Perhaps, all of this would be easier then any of them thought.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw the sheer number of those that turned out. There were several men and women, old and young alike crowding into the city center. This was exactly what they needed.
The further and deeper they moved into the city, Royal Guards rode high above on their white horses. The numbers of them grew. He knew they would there but his stomach began churn at saw how large their presence was.
A crack of thunder, made him look around. There was no storm clouds. His his grew when he realized that what he had heard was a bullet cracking out of his barrel. He watched as a lieutenant of Royal Army slid from his saddle, a scarlet spot over where the man’s heart should be grew as he fell. Panic hit the crowd moments later, screams fill the sky.
As he began to back up, he watched the small groups of the Royal army. It did not take them long before they came together and formed bigger, tighter bunches. One a fair distance away drew his sword, calling out a command and they began riding at anyone in their path. Guns were pulled from their holsters, swords are drawn and people are running different directions.
Despite his heart thudding hard in his chest a steadiness comes over him. He grew focused. He urged the men and woman around him to run.
“We have to get out of here. Run!” He commanded.
They listened and he ran with them. Looking back when he could, many anguished, terrified faces filled his line of vision. Though none of them were the faces, he hoped to see. The faces he wished to see belonged to Courfeyrac and Grantaire; he knew Gavroche was as sneaky and small. He knew how to get himself out of a scrap. Yet, he did not spot them anywhere.
As he neared the end of the city center, hoping for the best he chose one of the narrow streets closest to him and began to run down that one. Deep down, he knew the army would struggle there, they just had to.
Hearing his name he glanced up ahead of him. He saw far off, very far off his two friends. It brought little comfort, they needed to survive today to fight another day. He kept on running. Around him, men and women continued to run.
The screams around him rose, glancing over his shoulder he saw the Royal army were riding hard towards him. A man close to him stood fear obviously consumed him.
He had to do something, he pulled the man aside, the Royal solider drew his sword and he drew his gun. The galloping of the horse filled his ears. He aimed, he he shot and the sword came down.
Before he even knew what had happened, he found himself on the ground. He barely was aware that the old man managed to scramble up and he ran off.
Pain ripped at him. That’s when he saw his hand, the solider’s sword contacted with the back of his hand. There was a deep slice across it.
Glancing back, the warmth of triumph filled him as he saw people throwing rocks and other stuff down upon the Royal Soldiers from their windows. The people were fighting back. Reaching for his pistol, not entirely sure how but he did manage to holster it the best he could.
Sitting back he pulled his scarf free. He glanced behind him once again before he quickly wrapped his scarf around his hand. Biting one end, he made a tight knot. That would have to do.
******
Certain the soldiers and their horses had run off, he took a deep breath. Grantaire, came up to him almost gave him a fright as his arm wrapped around his shouldlers. “Enjolras, we did it. We survived.”
He nodded. He tried to gather his words
He felt his friend step back. “Your hand.” His voice cracked. “What happened to your hand?”
He shrugged. “I’ll be alright.”
He ran off ahead. His heart picked up with his new idea of what the should do.
“Citizens! Citizens!” The words were sharp and stronger then he had hoped for. “Now is the time to make our stand!” He continued, the people cheered and rose their fists skyward.
******
The moon was full and bright in the inky sky. He had survived another day. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he was grateful not more were killed in this scuffle. Yet, his core group of comrades had made it out alive and for that he was grateful.
Lingering in the doorway, he eyed the barricade they had built. It was solid. He wished there was a way to spy on the royal army. But it was much too dangerous , the risk was too high. They would just have to remain at the ready.
“Enjolras, you scoundrel get over here.”
Raising his eyebrows, he turned in the direction of the voice. It came from the doctor who was in their ranks and believed in their cause.
Pushing, himself off the doorframe he went over to the older man. He noticed he had gathered a few of their supplies. They shouldn’t be waste it on him.
“I’m sure its nothing.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
He settled on the desk besides the supplies. The worn wood was scratched and creaked under his weight. Many a night had they poured under candle light, looking at maps. Tracing the the lines of streets and roads; with a steady finger as they would discuss away around the royal arm.
“You’ll see nothing to worry about.” He gat gotten you used to the soft throb of pain. It would pass. There were greater things to be worried about.
The man had a natural gentle touch as he took his hand. He smiled at him. “You tied this good.”
Ejolras shrugged. He had to keep fighting. He had not had the time to stop and think if it had been a good knot. He gritted his teeth as the man tugged and finally loosened the knot.
“Enjolras.” The man shook his head. “That is quite the gash.”
But his eyes to grew seeing the wound. It was far worse then he expected, that was proudly why it had still hurt.
The man handed his scarf to Gavroche who had wandered up. “Go and soak rinse that in the water barrel.”
“We shouldn’t, we may need that.” Enjolras spoke up.
The man waved him off. “I can get more from the Seine. When we do.”
He shook his head. That was a risk that may not be worth taking but Enjolras remained silent at the moment. One did not argue with a doctor.
“Well, alright. Let’s get this done with.”
Enjolras, would not look away. He watched as the man pulled the stopper from small glass jar. The scent of the alcohol is strong and stung his nose.
“It’s going to sting.” The man warned.
He shrugged.
The man poured and then rubbed the wound clean, along with what blood had dried.
“That’s a rather clean blow.”
“You read my thoughts, just grateful he didn’t take off my hand when he slashed down.” He gave the man a half smile.
“Yes. Those swords can be either completely dull or as sharp as a razor, all depends on the man who wields them.”
“This one must not have cared too much.” The man gave a short, choked off chuckle. “Alright.” He made quick work of threading a needle. “You may not want to watch this bit.”
“I need my hand.”
The man rose an eyebrow. “I did this on the battlefield, my boy.”
“I know.” Enjolras grimaced.
******
He opened and closed his hand once the man was done. He smiled. “You are a miracle worker.”
Just as the pain of the stitching began to lessen it strengthened as they wrapped and tied his scarf around it again.
“I know where my talents lay.”
“Glad you are on our side.” He clapped the man on the back.”
******
Going to one of the side rooms in the warehouse, Enjolras went to think. He snatched up scrap of bread and cheese. Barely, chewing them before swallowing. His stomach finally reminding him, he had forgotten to eat.
He needed a moment, away from the others. The quietness of the room gave him a chance clear his head. Eyeing his wrapped hand and simultaneously was grateful for the doctor but also relieved he had not inquired about the ribbon tied to his jacket.
Thoughts of you finally bloomed in his mind. You had taken root a while back but now, he knew body and spirit. These thoughts, these memories of you were different. He welcomed them.
Because of you he remembered the quote, General Lamarque had taught him from the works of Kant, “It is not necessary that whilst I live I live happily; but it is necessary that so long as I live I should live honourably.” With you, he easily could envision both. Which he was very aware was a rare occurrence in one’s life.
Yet, he struggled. Not with how he felt for you but with if was right to establish himself and make himself your…gritting his teeth he turned to Gavroche’s voice interrupted him. He was truly like a younger brother at times. He would only allow this from him. If Grantaire or Courfeyrac did this, he’d brush them off.
As he turned, his boots echoed in the small room.
“What is it?”
“The girl. Y/N is here.”
“What?” He stormed past Gavroche, just barely missing him.
There you were, talking with Grantaire. The man always talked to people. You were clad in a fresh dress, your hair soft and scarf around your shoulders just like the first night, he saw you here. His heart lurched painfully.
“What are you doing here?”
He watched as you turned to him. Your eyes moistened. He sighed at his tone.
“I…I…” Your words did not come.
He easily closed the distance. He grabbed your arm, careful as he did. “Excuse us Grantaire.”
“Come with me.” He gently pulled and you easily came.
He went back to that side room with you, only this time he closed the door.
“Enjolras.” Your voice was soft as his name poured from your lips.
“Answer me.” He realized he had not let go of you. He didn’t necessarily want to. Gently he grazed your arm with his thumb. Your softness was electrifying.
“I heard explosions and screams. I grew worried.”
He drew his wrapped hand to your other arm without thinking. He could watch as surprise and concern washed over your face.
“I’m alright.” He immediately said. “I told you, I’d come tonight. I would meet you by our willow.”
“My worry consumed my heart.”
Letting your arm go, he cupped your cheek.
“Mon doux ange. Tellement courageux de venir me voir.”
His heart squeezed as you leaned into his hand. Your lashes laying gently on your cheeks. He stepped closer, his body brushing yours.
Enjolras was very strong. He could resist lot in this life but you, you tested that. Right now, he wanted to kiss you. Closing the distance, he chose to do so. He sighed into the kiss as he felt your fingers nestle in his hair.
He needed this, this quiet softness. It ended the struggle he was tearing himself apart with mere moments ago.
The door swung open. “Enjolras, they’re coming!” One of the comrades announced and ran back out. His heart stilled.
He nodded, “Stay here. Do not leave this room, no matter what.”
“But, but..”
“Listen, stay here. I can not bare the thought of anything happened.”
He turned and ran away then, grateful he had cleaned and oiled his gun after this morning. Spotting a rifle, he grabbed it along with the bullets that sat beside it.
Quickly he ran to the barricade, climbing it easily his eyes grew seeing the Royal arm walking through the shadowy fog that had rolled in.
“Ready your positions.”
The barricade creaked as people took their positions. He glanced around and saw people in windows and rooftops. They had a strong advantage.
A street away, they formed their positions, some stood others knelt. They raised their rifles.
“Get done!” His shout came from the pit lf his stomach.
Soon bullets burst into the night, the slammed into the wood and stone alike.
The air was tense. “Wait for my signal!”
One of the guns went off behind him. “Hold onto your powder!”
They had to wait till they grew closer or they would have no chance.
“Wait for them to advance!” He glanced through some openings before him. His stomach churned.
He could hear as one of the leaders, card out. “Charge!“
“Hold!” He waited a breath. “Hold.” They needed to get just a touch closer.
“Fire!” He finally shouted and jumping up, he took aim. Not breath later, others join him.
Smoke filled the air. The smell was bitter and sharp. Bullets whizzed by, were random screams coming from both sides. He was caught up in aiming and pulling the trigger. He managed to nab a few.
Soon a smile spread across his face. The Royal army began to group together but withdraw.
“They’re falling back. Keep it up!” He scream. Their advantage had won them this round. They didn’t stop the offense till only the fallen is what remained.
Cheers erupted! Shouts of victory filled the small alley.
*****
Your heart pounded as you managed to reach the warehouse door. Your heart skipped at the memory. This was where you had first met Enjolras. He had to be there. The bar had been shuttered. If he were not here, you would make way to his loft. Though the idea of going there without him made you uneasy.
Taking a breath when you were outside the warehouse; you made a small wish. It was just as heavy as it had been that first night. You were grateful that tonight, rain was not falling from the sky.
Slipping it the warehouse was bright with all the torches and candles that flickered. Men you didn’t recognize were busy with various tasks.
“My dear, Y/N what do we owe this pleasure?” You knew the voice and noted as you turned to it, that his words did not have a slur pulling on them.
“Grantaire.” You smiled. He must be sober, you reasoned. “I am here to see Enjplras.”
He took your hand and gave it a soft squeeze.
“Oh our fearless Enjolras. He is here, I assure you.” He said with a grand air, that almost made you chuckle of you were not so concerned.
Gavoche came up, his youthful exuberance coming off of him in waves. “Y/N, you’re here! Why? Enjolras?” A huge, bright smile was splashed across his face.
You nodded and brought your scarf tighter around your shoulders. “Yes, I am.”
“I know where he is, I’ll go and fetch him.”He ran off.
Grantaire, smiled. “He’s a good kid. Very quick, very stealthy.”
You nodded. “Strong too, he helped me home from the market one day.”
“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp, as it reached your ears.
As you turned to him, heart picked up speed as tears filled your eyes. You knew you should have stayed home but you couldn’t.
“I…I…” You words twisted in your mouth.
He easily closing the distance, the sound of his boots caused a soft hush to fall over the warehouse. His hand was warm as it just slipped under your scarf to grab your arm.
“Excuse us Grantaire.” You did not resist as he pulled you. “Come with me.”
You did not falter or stumbled as he tugged you to a room a part from vast openness around you. He managed to close the door as the two of you went in. Finally he stopped, his eyes moved over you. As the silence sliced through you.
“Enjolras.” Your finally having the strength to utter his name.
“Answer me.” His grip lessened but he did not let go of you. As you felt his thumb gently graze your skin, it stole your breath. It had felt like it had been an age since he touched you.
“I heard explosions and screams. I grew worried.” Your voice cracked.
You felt as his other hand drifted up your arm but when you saw how it was wrapped, you felt as if someone had hit you, like some had hit you hard. Blinking, you met his eyes. You didn’t even know what you could possibly say.
“I’m alright.” He immediately said. “I told you, I’d come tonight. I would meet you by our willow.”
“My worry consumed my heart.”
Letting your arm go, he cupped your cheek. Sighing, you leaned into his touch. His gentleness, was almost too much. Your worries had caused you so much pain.
You closed your eyes eyes. You did not want him to see how your anguish still battled within you despite him being in front of you.
“Mon doux ange. Tellement courageux de venir me voir.”
You felt as his body against yours. A soft sound came from you, as you felt him kiss you. You wilted against him. Reaching for him, you nestled your fingers into his soft curls. You melted further as you felt the warmth of him sighing. You could have sworn that through his shirt, his vest and your dress, your chemise that you could feel as his heart hard in his chest.
The door swung open. “Enjolras, they’re coming!” A comrade of his announced and ran back out.
Your body stiffened, your worries once again filling you. Your eyes met his they were darker than you had ever seen them.
He nodded, “Stay here. Do not leave this room, no matter what.”
“But, but..”
“Listen, stay here. I can not bare the thought of anything happened.”
********
As you paced back and forth, his kiss lingered on your lips. You could heard so shouting, you were sure it was Enjolras. But you could not be sure.
Once again, your stomach churned. Part of you had wished now that you had stayed home. But seeing him, that kiss had helped but what if he gets killed out there and that would be your last kiss.
You couldn’t take this. You would were going to be ill. Grabbing a chair, you sat down. You wrapped your arms around yourself.
When the shouting and loud bursts filled the air, you tried to ignore them. Desperation filling you, making it hard to breathe you ran to the door that you had used to enter the warehouse. It was far heavier then ever before. It would not budge for you. You could not take it. It was too much. There were so many anguished cries and screams. What if one of them was his?
These all at once all grew silent. Swallowing, you crept back into warehouse. Your heart pounded in your ears.
Exuberant cheers, cries of delight finally traveled to your ears. With your heart leading you, you found yourself at the doorway that ushered in all those good sounds.
Careful, you peered around and seeing that it looked safe; you took a hesitant step out. Surprise over took you and you placed a hand over your heart.
Gun smoke swirled in the night air, you saw many bright and large smiles. You watched as joy washed over Enjolras’s face as shouted in what appeared to be a victory. Slowly you began to draw closer.
You stopped as something else came over his face. “Marius, watch out!” He screamed.
You covered your mouth when suddenly you could have someone shoot their gun. Blinking, distantly you wondered if that really happened. Either way you began backing up.
Your heart stilled watching Enjolras. There was such a difference in him. Silently you watched as he walked down from where he had stood victorious on the top of the barricade.
What was he doing? What if the guy tries to shoot again? You clamped your hands over your mouth as you kept backing up.
He stopped, and with not even a flinch you watched as he aimed and shot. A scream came up from the pit of your stomach but it was muffled by your hands. You turned and ran back into the warehouse.
******
He slipped the gun back into his coat. As he saw, Marius kneel beside Epione, he realized he had better return to you. He easily, moved between those that lingered. Shock still fresh in their hearts with this attack so close their base. He made his way to you and slowly opened the door to the small room. You were pacing.
“Mon ange?” He managed. Inwardly, he was trembling. He longed for a drink.
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Enjolras grabbing you and holding you up against a wall for a quick fuck super dirty just shoving clothes aside panting into your neck
author’s note: i realize writing for enjolras can be a tricky but to anyone seeing this and not agreeing with the way i wrote it, don’t bother me, because frankly i don’t care lol. anyways, that being said, to those of you that do read this, i hope you enjoy!
cw: 18+ (minors dni), bbc!enjolras, fem!reader, canon divergence, unprotected sex, semi-public but clothed, mentions of drinking, this was literally just a reason to write for enjolras to see how people liked it/how i would enjoy writing him, so if it flops, this didn’t happen. if i missed anything lmk!
word count: 2.6k
You’d wasted nearly a month of your time infiltrating their rebellion under your father’s order—and it had been going well, not a single hendrence in your plans until a very unfortunate night, on the precipice of courageous attack being led by Enjolras himself, speaking out in a boastful manner to his people at these sacred meetings—it gave many hope that things could change, that they had a fighting chance. In your eyes, it was all lies. You came from the other side, experienced how they lived, the power they had—it was a battle he was going to lose regardless of how passionate he was for it. He was outnumbered, easy to outsmart, and despite his passion for the cause, he was blinded by it.
You felt sympathy, it was why you were able to fit yourself in so easily, so well—he never questioned your intentions for a second, swearing by the look of determination in your eye, your willingness to throw out ideas, boost the morale—but if there was one thing about him, it was that he knew just the right things to say, even to the people who didn’t believe it. He was great at convincing people to believe lies, acting like he had the answer to everything and everyone’s problems.
It would be easier if there wasn’t a war at all, but it seemed like the only way to solve issues now, fight first and solve things later.
The first night you end up alone with him isn’t intentional. It’s a late night at the bar, your tired figure nestled up in a chair in a dark corner of the room, Enjolras nursing his drink from the other end, watching as his friends parted ways. You had a bed to sleep in, a lavish home to keep you safe, but you wanted nothing more than to be away from that, if even for just a moment.
Enjolras tells you of his background, how he grew up, why he cared about the things that he did—and it made you realize that under all his anger and crazed acts, he was a lot like you. If not, he was more sure of himself than you. You were lost, fighting between right and wrong and only doing what your father had ordered, but you could feel it in your bones—this wasn’t right.
They had every reason to fight against the more fortunate; the richer, arrogant, mindless people running the show—they were all just as horrible as everyone assumed and you’d seen it firsthand.
Your backstory is simple—you came from nothing, were nothing, and you were tired of living that way. You’ve practiced it for weeks, making it all seem as believable as possible. He believes it, at least, he acts like he does.
From that point on, and the weeks follow, Enjolras turns to you every night, both of you staying later than necessary to talk about the day and complain about nonsense, sometimes sitting in the silence, listening to the other conversations in the establishment, watching as Enjolras separated the food on his plate, sharing with you.
You never went hungry, not when you were being served several course meals most nights, but you played along anyways.
Enjolras is dedicated to the cause with an obscured ambition and it feels like maybe you won’t be able to break-through to him, relying on the fact that maybe you could seduce him enough to have him slip-up, even the smallest tidbit of information.
Your father was growing angry, more and more upset that you were coming home empty-handed.
Until another night leads to several drinks, Enjolras leaning over you as he grabbed for the liquor, a sated smile pasted over his face. He didn’t smile often, not genuinely, but it was mesmerizing nonetheless.
“Darling, you’re going to clean this place out, you know?” He comments, voice thick as he swallowed the bitter alcohol.
“Must you insult me like that?” You tease, “I am a lady, after all.”
Enjolras gives you a look, one that’s calling your bluff outright.
“I am,” You squeak, shoving him away playfully, “Shall I prove it?”
Enjolras tilts his head slightly, considering it.
“I’m not being serious.” You tell him before he can answer.
“Yes, darling. I’m aware.” He tells you, “It does not make the idea any less intriguing though, I must admit.”
You snort softly, grabbing at your peacoat and shrugging it over your shoulders, “I think you’re at your limits, Enjolras.”
He peers at the bottle, holding it up to shine under the light, only enough for a small sip left in the bottle. He still seemed as sturdy as a rock, just more relaxed, less worrisome.
“I think you are right.” He agrees with a giddy laugh, pressing the bottle back against the table, the uneven weight of it causing the glass to rock, rattling to a stop. “Leaving already?”
“Yes, unfortunately.” You tell him, rising from your seat. It doesn’t take him more than a second to grab your hand, fingers pressed gently against your ring and middle, an unthought attempt to stop you. “Are you going to be alright?”
“Tomorrow.” He tells you simply, eyes unnerving as he glances toward the floor, around the room, before landing back on you.
“Where?” You inquire, knowing full well what he meant.
“Outside the wine shop, if things go south.”
It was the piece of information you so desperately needed, giving the other side even more of a fighting chance—your face fell slightly, nodding in response as you shrugged your hand away.
“Sleep well, Enjolras.” You tell him before fleeing without another word, disregarding the few goodbyes you receive, feet carrying you faster than you can manage yourself, stumbling over your feet as you round the corner outside the bar, disappearing down a dark alley.
You take a long breath, body relaxed as you feel the weight drift from your chest, removing the coat you had shrugged on as you felt hot, overheated, throwing it to the ground angrily.
“Running home to daddy, I assume?” His voice travels like an echo down the long, dark alley.
Your hand clutches over your chest, heart feeling like it’s going to burst. You muffle the scream with your other hand, staring at the dark figure as it approaches—his face was cold, eerily void of emotion.
“Enjolras, please.” You beg, knowing there was no using in lying. If he knew, he’d known for a while.
He huffs a vindicte laugh, pulling uncomfortably at the right ascot around his neck. “Is that where you go every night?”
“Enjolras, you do not understand.” You ignore his question, trying to level with him.
“I believe I do, darling.” He responds tensely, “How would he feel knowing you’ve been fraternizing so closely with the enemy? I thought it was all business with you monarchy people.”
“Wouldn’t you know?” You retort, “You are no different—only because you’re fighting against them you think that makes you better? You come from the same life that I do, do not try and belittle me.”
“So that, back there, that was only an act?”
The flirting, he means. You’d never considered he cared, giving his unwavering attention to his own cause, you didn’t think he cared that much. But clearly, you were wrong.
“Isn’t all of it?” You retort.
“You tell me, darling.” Enjolras challenges, taking a brave step forward, forcing you to stumble back against the wall. “Are you really going to allow all of these lives to be lost? Are you going to run back home and tell him everything?”
You shove him away weakly, eyes glaring harshly.
“It is no business of yours, Enjolras.” You tell him firmly, “Give this up, come fight with us—you’re on the side that has no chance, you do realize?”
“Are you trying to convince me?” He asks, “My love, you must try harder.”
“You’re infuriating.” You complain, “Your voice, your attitude—I'd rather hinder my hearing if that meant not having to listen to your voice again.”
It’s not the route he’s expecting you to take, but two can play at that game. The frustration was building, boiling over, and he could see it in the way your body canted toward him inconspicuously, despite your vile words.
His touch ghosts over your hip, pulling at the shirt tucked loosely in your britches, squeezing at the soft skin.
“Likewise.” He agrees, watching as you rested your hand against the him of his trousers, traveling up his dirtied shirt, over his vest, pulling at the ascot until it came loose. “Now, let us see if I can change your mind, yes?”
Enjolras gently yanks the red material of his ascot from your hands, taking his time as he wraps it around your head, knot settling between your teeth as you bite down, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Not a word,” He warns, “Understood?”
You roll your eyes in annoyance, letting him shift you until your front is pressed against the brick wall, his hands sifting through the layers of clothing shared between you both until he’s free enough that he can fist his cock, the hard ridge of it pressed against the curve of your ass, his hands squeezing soft at the flesh of your thigh, traveling up enough to tap against the innermost flesh, motioning for you to spread your legs slightly.
His calloused fingers drag over your folds, finding their way to the center and covering his fingers in your slick, moan muffled around the soft fabric shoved into your mouth.
“They’re probably worried sick,” Enjolras comments, “wondering where you are, if you’re hurt—if they only knew.”
You make a noise of defiance, pressing back against his fingers, the pad of his middle nudging against your clit, eyes squeezed shut in response.
You’ve been deprived of touch for so long that this felt needed, wanted—and even the smallest touch had your eyes rolling back, keening against him. He gives no warning when he slips inside, though his movements are slow. He’s responding to your noises, the soft clenches of your walls around the tip of his cock as he moves in small thrusts, groans muffled behind his clenched teeth.
“Women like you don’t deserve to be bed properly,” He comments harshly, “are they attempting to marry you off already?”
You shake your head furiously, allowing him to grasp your hands behind your back, shoving your body gingerly against the harsh texture of the wall—it’s a stark contrast to the way he’s consuming you, but you don’t question it.
“I figured as much,” He comments lowly, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, panting harshly as he increases his speed, the ferocity of it, a startling gasp slipping from your lips, failing to be muffled by the fabric. Enjolras’s hand cups over your mouth, “Quiet,” He orders harshly, “do you not listen?”
Again, you shake your head. If you did, you would’ve never ended up in this situation. Enjolras leans back slightly, loose grip on your hands as he pulls out slowly, thrusting into you harshly, watching as his cock disappeared inside of you, squeezing at the soft globes of your ass.
“You drive me mad in the worst ways,” Enjolras admits, “but you are divine, you know?”
You make a noise, drawing his attention up. He sighs, pulling the fabric from your mouth, pressing a single finger against your lips to warn you of your volume.
“How so?” You ask quietly, teasingly, hoping it gets under his skin.
“You fit me perfectly,” He acknowledges, “such a shame you were ready to betray me so easily.”
“I had you fooled,” You chide, confidence seeping through, “for a while, at least.”
Enjolras releases your hands, his own palms spreading over the expanse of your back, forcing the shirt up higher as he grips your hips, pulling you tight against him. Your palms slapped against the wall, held there for support.
“I could teach you things,” He tells you softly, “things you haven’t even come to understand—I’d make you realize which side you should be fighting for, you’d never want to leave.”
“So, you’re not hoping for your—your cock to do the job?” You stammer out, whining softly with each movement of his hips. “I thought that was the point of all this?”
“Partly.”
“I’m not dull, Enjolras. I have higher education, I know—why do you think I agreed with my father so—so easily,” It’s redundant, he doesn’t answer, “I hate their stance just as much as you, but they are my family. I cannot abandon them.”
“A shame,” He seethes, reaching around your front to palm roughly at your breasts, pulling you back against him, other hand slipping over your cunt, circling your clit furiously, “—at least I have this to remember you by.”
You’ve never been with anyone like this—it’s usually slow, sensual, sweet. This was nothing but anger and frustration, hatred for the same cause, but fighting on two different sides. It was a battle, deep rooted in confusion.
“Knowing you may die tomorrow?” You ask tensely, stalling his movements slightly. “This is how you wanted to spend your final night? If it must be?”
“I liked you better quiet.” He spits at you.
You laugh brokenly, the harsh pass over your clit sending you over the edge, cunt clenching around him as buries himself deep inside, coming with little warning as he attempts to pull out, but held still by the hand forcing him there, buried into his shirt as you both ride out the high of your orgasms, moaning into the silence of the night, both of you barely visible at this hour from the lack of a full moon. His mouth rests against the back of your neck, nose buried into the back of your hair, most of it piled up messily atop your head.
“You’re at risk of dying, too—if not more than me. These people, they’re passionate. If they find out—“
“Will they?” You ask quietly, hearing the faint rustle of his pants as he pulls out of you.
You turn, connecting eyes with him. He seems hesitant to answer.
“Oh, darling—don’t be coy now. You come inside of me, threatening me with the burdance of bearing your child if fate has it that way, and now you can’t even look my way?”
“That’s not—“ He begins, shaking his head.
“You men are all the same.” You tell him harshly, “Just because what you think you’re doing is right, it doesn’t make you a good person.”
“My love—“ He begins.
“Calling me that doesn’t make it so,” You retort, “you hated me just a few moments ago, am I wrong?”
“I’ve never met anyone like you.” He admits, “Not before, not during the rebellion.”
You smile tightly, adjusting your clothes back to their original place, reaching down to fetch your coat.
“How sweet,” You tell him, patting his chest, “I guess we shall see how tomorrow goes, that should determine where this takes us.”
But unfortunately, you had a sneaking suspicion that none of this would end well, for either of you.
“Stay,” He tells you, “for a few more hours, that’s all I ask.”
You’re hesitant, every morsel of your being telling you otherwise. You ignore it, allowing yourself to enjoy what may be your last night.
“Another bottle and you have a deal, Enjolras.” You barter, watching the grin grow on his face—because despite how much he wanted to hate you, he wasn’t sure he could. Given the time he had gotten to know you, learn about you, he had to believe there was a part of you that would do the right thing,
Although, it was much too late for that.
“After you, darling.”
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part: Thirty One
Summary: The truth comes to life.
Notes/Warnings: Angst, flashbacks to the barricade, mortality questions. 🍋Lemonade🍋 came to London in the 1800’s they made it with Honey, before it became chic…men on ships used to drink it to prevent scurvy.
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He slipped free of his coat, untied and pulled his scarlet scarf from his throat. Laying them on his desk, he turned and kelt in front of his cupboard. When the door creaked open, he glanced around. He hated hiding this from you. It wasn’t in his nature.
Though he did not want to risk upsetting you or his unborn child. Uncovering, the sabers, he took the one had grown more comfortable toward. Inhaling, he began slicing through the room.
At first it was only his room that was a blur as he moved around. His heart began to beat harder, his breathing shallowed as his room began to fade it shifted in his mind to when he had first began to art of the sword. It had been at an early age when he learned on how easy it was for him move about. He was good at dodging and deflecting.
As a child, he never found it hard to find a place for his foot when climbing a tree or running across rocks that made it easier to cross a brook on his family’s estate. His heart lurched as his mind brought back the moments in the alley. The space easily had grown tight and the air had soured with plumes of smoke from the pistols and canons. The barricade fell broken in mere moments. A vision of his friend, Courfeyrac; he had long since laid rest his memory. He had been brave stood tall and made it possible for him and you run away from the soldiers that burst through the doors.
Stopping, lifting his arm clad in a start white sleeve he brushed aside the sweat that blossomed on his forehead. Thank you dear friend, he whispered in his mind.
“Mon amour.” There was a knock and creek of his door opening as your voice fluttered over to his ears.
Turned on his heal.
“There you are.” Your voice was so light, like the sunlight that shone into his room.
He coughed, holding the sword close to him. He glanced back at you over his shoulder. “Yes?”
He saw your brow furrow and your smile wavered but remained.
“A message came. I thought we’d read it together.”
“Ah, yes…yes. Bring it and yourself to the sitting room. I will shall join you shortly.”
“Oh, yes that shall be pleasant.” And his door snapped shut.
He relaxed, though annoyance prickled him. He hated that his words to you were as sharp as the sword in his hands. His heart rode his emotions, his actions. He crossed the short distance to his cupboard. He had to compose himself before joining you.
******
“My lady?” The soft voice of Beatrice broke the world of the book in your lap.
“Oh? Yes?” You were still getting addressed as such. Greta had always been respectful but lady, that was an entirely different class then you ever expected to be addressed in. And in these last couple of months. You realized not to argue with Beatrice over it. In the end, it only helped you and Enjolras in your new life.
“Sorry to disturb you but a message came for Sir Julien.”
You put the book down and with a quick breath, you stood and went over to her. “I would love to bring it to him.”
“I am sure, he will enjoy that all the more.”
Beatrice then handed it to you before turning and returning back to whatever task she busied herself with beforehand.
You can tell it had been replaced on the smooth and more elegant paper for the destination it was to reach. The paper felt very nice nice in your hands.
******
You were confused as to why he had not turned to even face you. His words, his tone were like an icy shadow compared to the days you had heard him speak warmly and passionately.
“Oh, yes that shall be pleasant.”
You felt a churning inside of you, not wanting anything further from this shadow of the man you loved, you closed the door at his last word.
******
On the small table besides the chaise, you tossed away the fine paper. The exchange between the two of you didn’t make you inclined to hold it any longer.
Eyeing the pitcher you wondered of its contents. You smiled seeing the sweet lemon and honey mixture. Beatrice, knowing you didn’t always want to ring by bell or other means would leave you pitchers ready for your thirst would fall over you. Though it was best kept inside because if you were to go to the garden, she would bring it out. Because if not it attracted more beings then the flowers did.
You poured yourself a glass, then holding your day dress just so you said down on the chaise. The cushions were very comforting and the dye chosen in it always pleased you. It reminded you on the sun shining down water by a forest or the ocean when it was not angry.
******
“There is my ange.” You noticed that his words had soften.
You barely glanced his way, and u took a sip from your cup.
He closed the door and soon his shadow fell over you, as he stopped on the other side of the table.
“Is this the message?”
You looked up, you immediately noticed the top buttons on his billowy shirt were undone and a flush dusted his cheeks. It made you pause. “Yes.”
You noticed that he also poured himself a cup. “I am glad you are fond of this.” He held up the cup and soon he snatched the envelope in his other hand and came and sat beside you. He took sip.
“It is very pleasant. It lays close to my heart like a deep rose tea.”
He smiled. “You do enjoy your tea.”
You nodded.
He put the cup down. He held up the envelope. “From home, I do wonder what they coiled possibly want.”
You put down your cup, reaching up you drew his hand down. “What is the matter?”
His brows knit together. “What are you questioning?“
You swallowed. “You.”
The flush returned to his cheeks.
“I see you infrequently unless it is time to slumber or eat.” You shrugged. “Yes, on the occasion I see you in the garden and we take in its beauty like we did in the park so long ago. But now, you act as if I have grown to be a nuisance or I am no longer bare any importance in your life.”
You finally spoke of all that had been lingering in your heart. A tear escaped and ran down your cheek.
He pressed his lips together, he placed the letter back on the table and finished what was in his cup. You didn’t dare move, you felt as if he was gonna spring off the chaise like a kitten would if it was hoping to catch a butterfly or a mouse. And right now you couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving your side.
Then he did the unexpected. He shifted and moved till he was sitting like he had under the willow in garden of your home. His back now more comfortably supported by the curve of the chaise.
The sight of him before you as such made your heart yearn.
“Do not break my heart.”
“Oh, my sweet amour.” Easily, having forgotten the strength he has you found yourself nestled close to him.
You laid like this. Silence had fallen over the two of you like a blanket would have. You felt the beat of his hear, the warmth of his breath and his arms draped loosely around you. That you knew was for fear of disturbing the baby that still grew with you.
“Oh my amour.” He spoke again lifting his chin from where it had nestled in the strands of your hair.
“Our life, our destiny more mine that yours may cause your heart to break, not I. In my wild, undignified ways I will always love you.”
His words, the feel of his heart beating harder, made you move so you could look at him.
“Not long after we arrived and wonderful news of the blessing of a child filled our new home. A storm, a shadow drifted and reached our shores from our past.”
You watched as he swallowed. Despite the warmth of him around you, coolness prickled you.
“A man, a solider is seeking revenge for my action. I struck down his son at the barricade. Now he is searching and wishes to do the same to me.”
“That was during a fight, skirmish I dare say. Deaths, men get slain.”
He nodded.
“Did I grow angry at the boat that went down or the ocean that swallowed my father? No. I was made that it was my father. Does be not see this?”
“No. He does not see that it was an act or war. There was no personal thoughts. It was a question of survival.”
You nestled close. “What are you to do?”
“I watch my shadow and I have been practicing with the sabers, my father sent me.”
“Enjolras, why…but why?” You were at a loss as why did not fair this horrific news with you.
One of his gently reached and held what he could of your growing stomach.
“What if he found you while you would be at the tavern? Were I then to find out when you would not return to us?”
He stilled under you. “To be honest, the thought had never came to me.”
******
You had not been able to sleep, reading by candlelight finally you felt as sleepiness clawed at you.
You felt the bed give after what felt like moments after you had pulled the blanket more tightly around you.
“Enjolras?” Your voice scratchy from sleep.
“Yes, mon amour.”
The bed gave only this time, only beside you. You blinked at the now glow of the candle on the table beside the bed.
Looking up you smiled seeing, Enjolras in and out of the shadows. It made him all the more handsome at that moment. You watched as could see etched on his face.
“Are you alright?”
“I just could have sworn I had just crawler back into bed when you awoke. I was worried I disturbed you.”
“I don’t think so. I had just used the water closet and seeing the dawn, I knew I had best travel to the harbor. The package mentioned in the letter should be arriving today.”
“Would you have awoken me?”
He smiled and ran his fingers through his curls. “Once the carriage was ready.”
“Let me come with you.”
You put your hand over his.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“I will stay in the carriage. I need to do something outside of our estate.”
He pressed his lips together. He knew there was no stopping you.
“You are my husband.” You admitted. You were not that rebellious.
He inhaled and absently rubbed his goatee. “Maybe we can eat at the tavern or perhaps even do a little shopping.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but make me a promise my amour.”
“Please, if I grow concerned you will listen to me. I don’t quite trust these English men.”
“I promise.”
*******
The carriage rolled and bumped through the countryside. The world world turned but a murky dark blue, to purple to violet and finally to a clear light blue.
You say absently, after stirring.
“Looks like it will be a good day.” You yawn softly, waling more from your unexpected nap.
With the shaking, the creaks and cracks of the carriage the two of you actually had drifted off for more that half of the portion of the trip to the city proper.
He gave you a side long glance. “You look like a proper English lady with the hat and the gloves.” He rolled his shoulders, before stretching out his legs with a sigh.
You squeezed his arm before glancing down at yourself. “You think so?”
“Only far lovelier.”
Your cheeks flushed. “Enjolras. How is it you still make me blush.”
“Because my words speak the truth.”
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Twenty - Six
Summary: Reader and Enjolras, allowing their moods lead them.
Notes/Warning: 18+ only. Consensual P in V intercourse, Dated views of intercourse
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Translations: Then I am yours, heart and body. - Alors je suis à toi, corps et cœur. My love - Mon amour, Beautiful- Beau, My beauty - Mon Beaute.
He chuckled, “So tell me what has made my wife so bubbly?”
Your eyes twinkled. “The ladies gave me some wine.” You leaned in close. “Its stronger then whatever we drank at the tavern.”
“So are you feeling nice and warm?”
You nodded, a giggle came from you.
He shook his head smiling. “Those women befuddled my dear wife.”
“Enjolras?” You hold onto your bravery. You would finally tell him.
“Yes, love.”
“There is something I have been wanting to tell you.” You say in a lower tone.
He rested his forehead against yours. “Oh? This sounds like it will be very interesting.” He smiled and pulled back.
“You remind me of all those dashing rogues I used to read about.”
He sat a little straighter getting a hold of warm fuzziness the ale he had drank earlier did to him. He rested his hands on your hips.
He wiggled his brows. “Oh? Do I now.”
“Yes, you are dashing like them and are very close to how they came out of a writer’s pen.” You placed a hand over your heart.
He truly loved and enjoyed this sweet your nature.
“I am completely besotted.”
His lips were curled in an easy smirk but it easily shifted to a soft smile. Around you smiles felt natural were not a tool to gain something he wanted or needed.
“Are you sure this is not the wine those ladies gave you?”
You shook your head. “No. Ever since I stumbled into the warehouse and you retrieved my fallen scarf.”
He chuckled. “That feels so long ago now.”
You nod.
Reaching up he cupped your cheek. “You were a sweet distraction that night.” His thumb caressed your cheek.”
As you leaned into his hand and sighed, his heart picked up speed. He drew close to you, meet your eyes he bit his bottom lip before he kissed you.
Your lips were so and hesitant at first; easily it allowed him to easily deepen it. As you pressed against him answering his kiss his passion grew.
“I need you mon ange.”
“Alors je suis à toi, corps et cœur.” You breathed
Your words made his stomach tighten in his desire for you. Moving, he lifted you and so you were now the one sitting on the bed. He standing above you he bent down to kiss you. Your lips were hungry as they touched.
“Shuffle back a little, love and lift your skirt.” He managed to breathlessly say.
You nodded, easily you lifted your skirt and soon your petticoat. Watching you, he trembled as his excitement pressed hard against his trousers.
Kneeling on the bed, he took a breath and reaching up and pulled you free of your undergarment. He tucked them into one of his pockets.
“My beautiful girl.” He murmured catching your eye. When he did he saw the pink darken in your cheeks.
Easing one of legs around his hip he gently brushed your soft entrance. The soft moan that poured from your lips, shook him to his core. He easily then entered you. Loving how he snuggly felt using his unscarred hand he braced himself on the bed beside you.
“Mon amour.” He moaned aloud.
He smiled as he discovered that you had loosened laces near your décolletage.
“Beau.” He pressed his lips against yours. “Mon beaute.”
He began to easily move within you. As he did he relished the feel of your fingers in his curls. You moans fueled him. You were so soft, so lovely. You were his sweet little trésor.
You trembled under him. “Amour, my pleasure is about to wash over me.”
“Good. Mine will not be long after you.”
His lips met yours once more and he could hear as your muffled cry, his his mouth as you shared a sweet kiss. Your sweet tightening pulled on him and the knots that had been tightening inside of him snapped and he barely could muffle himself as his own pleasure washed over him. He gripped the blankets tightly as he felt himself fill you with his essence.
******
In your chemise, you sighed and laud your head on his chest. You smiled as you felt his lips press against the top of your head.
“Love, I couldn’t wait, nor stall my pleasure for you. Laying as we normally do when we become one, would have been too long for me.” He whispered against his your ruffled strands.
“It was exciting and different. I had no idea we could move like that but it felt so good.”
You buried your face into his chest. “Oh, the wine has continued to make my ability to speak of all things.
You felt as he squeezed your shoulder. “It is alright my love. The idea came to me, that you are becoming an inspiration in many parts in my life. This make our life in England, quite an adventure.”
“Truly?” You asked softly.
You glanced at him in shadowy cabin towards him.
“Yes. And I enjoy your thoughts, never stifle them.”
“I will have to remember that.”
“Yes. After all that we have already gone through, I do not want to change how we are.”
“Thank you.” You yawned softly.
A soft chuckle came from him. “I do say it is a good idea we shared about retiring early. I believe our passions has brought a cloak of slumber that wishes to be wrapped around you and I.”
You were barely awake, hearing his soothing voice just lulled you more into the world of dreams that were eager to visit. Keeping that solitary candle burning, shadows were cast in all directions and the flame flickered in draft that blew around as the boat continued to cut through the dark, ocean.
******
How much later, you were not certain. As you rose onto your elbow in dim cabin. You were grateful Enjolras had lit a candle. He had burned to half of its stature. You eyed his sleeping form, his features were smooth and soft. Underneath was a warrior that had fought and protected you.
Inhaling you saw his scared hand. You let your finger tips just graze what remained of the wound. For a moment, you were haunted by the night you and him fled into the night. The acrid smell of the guns, how the wood door burst open as the soldiers stormed through.
“Love? Are you alright?”
You stilled not realizing you had been trembling. That night shook you. His voice raspy as sleep still held onto part of him brought a calmness to you.
You glanced down at him and nodded. He took the past that had lingered around you.
“Yes.”
“Night terror?”
“Not necessarily.”
He rubbed an eye. “Your father?”
“Not tonight. I was remembering that night.”
“Come lay back down. It will be dawn soon. Let me hold you.”
“Yes.”
You nestled close with a sigh. His hand gently caressed your arm. You felt as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“I am so grateful that we made it, yet it still haunts me.” You finally spoke glimpsing up at him.
“Me as well. While I was playing cards, memories of times with Courfeyrac and Grantaire came to mind.”
His arm around you tightened.
“Once we reach land, I will send messages.”
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