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darling, the composer has stepped into the fire - enjolras/éponine - oneshot


neighbors in a shitty apartment and love interest in formal wear as requested by coeurdean, combined with inappropriately timed confessions as requested by tybaltmontparnasse and anon, and "i can’t go alone to my ex’s wedding" as requested by marineraguerrera!! :)

darling, the composer has stepped into the fire


Strangely enough, the chipped tin plaque on the entrance read LA MASURE GORBEAU instead of Hell. Enjolras had cultivated the habit of muttering “Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate” under his breath every time he ascended the front steps, but even the Alighieri quote with all the nuance of its original Italian failed to encapsulate just how terrible the place was. The creaky old pipes doled out hot water with as much regularity as a game of Russian roulette, paint peeled off the walls, the shower tiles were stained with mildew, and wind whistled through the cracks in the ancient windows at night.

But it wouldn’t have been that bad, honestly. Enjolras could have endured these abysmal living conditions with grace, had it not been for his next-door neighbor. If Gorbeau House was Hell, then Éponine Thénardier was the Devil herself.

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One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perceptive as a pile of bricks.

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