#les mis imagine

[writing-fanics]

Enjolras laying in bed with his wife before he leaves for the barricade. his wife doesn’t want him to go but knows he must. cues a small argument insuses. her begging him to let her join in the fight to help. he doesn’t want her to wanting her to stay home where it’s safe.

but she doesn’t want to and tells him that he isn’t the only one who cares about the revolution and she wants to help. she tries to convince him but he’s still says that she should stay.

she starts tearing up cause she doesn’t want to wake up one day. in a world that he’s not in. and if he isn’t wants to die by his side. not wanting to live in a world where he isn’t in it.

and after some more convincing he just said, “you are so stubborn and that’s what I love about you.” he said to her holding her close kissing her on the lips. which leads to a passionate moment for them in bed.

they died together at the barricade hand in hand

#les mis imagine #les mierables #enjolras imagine #enjolras x fem!reader #Enjolras x you #enjolras x y/n #enjolras x reader

[bees--in-my--bones]

France's Most Wanted Masterlist

Masterlist for my Montparnasse x reader story

Chapter 1: A Parisian Heist

Chapter 2: Camille

#montparnasse x you #montparnasse x reader #montparnasse imagine #les mis imagine #les miserables imagine

[fluentisonus]

i'm so normal abt this old man

#^ the panel from earlier I said I'd color #sorry was just going to color this normally but that last chapter had way too much religious #imagery for me to be at all normal. so medieval painting vibes it is adkjdsjdj #thoughts #my art #les mis #jean valjean #anyways. #i DO imagine him w a beard but at the same time I feel like he wouldn't be comfortable enough as madeleine to have one yk? so I gave him #the beginnings of a beard in his sideburns instead. he'll get there

[belovedhomo]

dawg look at my lawyer i’m going to jail

#pontmercying #marius pontmercy #les mis #les miserables #v talks #i love this expression he looks so lost #imagine this is your lawyer

[mispatchedgreens]

get yourself a man that hates everyone but mostly himself, that's powered by shame and spite, that would do anything for you, that would murder you

#the radiant emperor #she who became the sun #swbts #general ouyang #my art #I've spent a long time in les mis fandom not to get a kneejerk reaction when i look at this fuckin mess that's like #haha 60k of reincarnation au when? #imagine a world where the feelings of servitude are absent and ouyang can squint at esen suspiciously and tell him #'wow you're a fucking brat' or sth?? #i am SICKENED by them you understand I'm inconsolable

[autumnalmess]

For the consideration of the privy council: Grantaire introducing Enjolras to music and cinema.

Consider Enjolras who is "austere in his enjoyments" learning that there is such thing as music that is not just background music to work to, and film that is not just designed to teach you something.

Consider Grantaire gaping at Enjolras for never having heard of the Beatles, sitting him down and forcing headphones over his fluffy golden hair to force him to listen to 'A Day in the Life'.

Enjolras going "this is so stupid" until it hits the second verse and he suddenly becomes very quiet.

Grantaire dragging Enjolras along to the cinema to watch reruns of The Fellowship of the Ring, after which Enjolras grumbles the whole way home, but asks to see the next movie just to "make sure they're all bad".

Grantaire showing up on Enjolras' doorstep with an armful of DVDs because he just has to educate him.

Enjolras discovering Wes Anderson, and the concept of comfort movies, curling up to watch a film not because it means anything or has a deep political comment to make about the human race, but just because it's fun.

Grantaire watching Enjolras more than the film.

Grantaire letting Enjolras borrow his Spotify to find something he likes and almost tearing up when Enjolras says "have you heard of this band called Fleetwood Mac? I've been listening to a couple of their songs".

Grantaire desperately trying to explain to Courfeyrac that it's "not a date! Enjolras has just never been to a proper concert before!"

Enjolras suggesting they share wired earbuds because it's "more efficient" and definitely not because it means they have to sit closer together.

Enjolras learning that life is not about how efficiently you plough through it.

#just think about it #imagine enjolras going “wait i dont understand. which ones David bowie and which ones ziggy stardust?” #enjolras learning to fucking RELAX for once #grantaire sort of feeling like he has a purpose for the first time ever #even if its just forcing Enjolras to watch pirates of the Caribbean #enjolras listening to music in the kitchen whilst he cooks. mumbling along to Queen but not really knowing any of the words #*cue the blossoming of their relationship* #enjoltaire #les miserables #les mis #victor hugo #les misposting #enjolras #grantaire #exr #booklr #courfeyrac

[protectionsquad24601]

"Napoleon had been denounced in the realms of the infinite and his downfall had been decided. He was an inconvenience to God."

-I constantly think about this Les Mis quote. brutal.

#obsessed with this les mis quote #imagine telling someone they're an inconvenience to God #absolutely devastating #les mis #les miserables #the brick #victor hugo #Napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #quote #book quote #victor hugo ily

[bernard-the-rabbit]

did it hurt? no were you scared? no

are you lying? yes

#NO BC BC #i sound insane everytime i talk about atlou #im insufferable here imagine what my friend has to deal with #anyway amazing R #amazing enjolras #amazing everything i got my heart full of love for this webseries #my trashy art #atlou #atlou fanart #all that's left of us #all that's left of us fanart #les mis #les mis webseries #les mis fanart #les miserables #les miserables fanart #victor hughoe art #enjolras #enjolras fanart #grantaire #grantaire fanart

[anarchopuppy]

I'm glad people are starting to bring attention to how the vast majority of stories we're exposed to in mass media involve heroes trying either to prevent villains from changing things or to revert the changes already made by successful villains and return to a better past, but I feel like this is an even bigger issue than we let on

Stories are how humans practice understanding the world, and the fact that from childhood we're constantly bombarded with the idea that "villains change things, heroes maintain/restore the status quo" inevitably colors our view of society. It's a means to prevent us from imagining a better world*

Like, to vastly oversimplify things for the purpose of illustration, the worldview that any change is bad and evil and must be fought is called "conservatism", and the worldview that things were better in an imagined prelapsarian past that "they" "took" from "us" and that we must return to by any means necessary, well that my friends is what we call "fascism". We need to learn how to tell more stories where bold steps are taken towards a new and better world which is meaningfully different from both the present and the past or a lot of people won't have the creativity to take those necessary steps in the real world

(*I don't mean to imply that this is an active, malicious decision made by everyone who's ever written anything like this. There is nothing new under the sun - most people are just retelling variations of the stories they've been exposed to. But over millennia of history, people who are intentionally planting these ideas, and people in positions of power who decide which stories get created and distributed, have had a consistent influence that has entrenched these concepts in our culture. This isn't some kind of conspiracy, it's just a natural result of concentrating power within a small subset of people throughout most of human civilization)

#even the stories that try to depict a struggle against entrenched systems of power #star wars wall-e lotr etc #usually end up falling for the trap of depicting a 'return' to a 'better past' #there are PRECIOUS FEW popular stories about people imagining and fighting for something actually new #and most of the ones i can think of right now are historical (like les mis)

[omgjolras]

quick sketch of my son combeferre w his cute shojo cosette fit

#combeferre #les mis #les miserables #my art #i can't not imagine him with thick bangs #my stuff

[bees--in-my--bones]

France's Most Wanted - Chapter 2: Camille

Chapter 1 / ----- France's Most Wanted Masterlist Masterlist

Character: Montparnasse x Reader

Summary: Painting acquired, it's time for you to get your money. You were prepared for a quick, easy day, but an unexpected visitor and unexpected proposal makes things much more complicated.

You had been on the move most of the night, only stopping for brief respite in the occasional store outcropping.

Dawn slipped over the top of the buildings, and with the daylight the city came to life.  Shops began to open, and you picked up a quick bite to eat from the nearest café.

A few blocks more and you approached your destination.  You rapped on the door of the small apartment, expecting Camille to come greet you as usual.  Instead you heard the old woman call from inside the house, "Come in dear, it's unlocked."

Suspicion welled within you.  To refer to you with an endearment was unlike the Camille you knew, but you would recognize her voice anywhere.  Carefully, you opened the door and stepped inside, entering a small living room.

Camille approached you, arms outstretched, leaving you baffled at her uncharacteristically warm behavior.  Nonetheless, you hesitantly accepted the hug.  She must be playing some grander game.  Or she had finally lost it.  "Y/N, my dear granddaughter, I had no idea you were in town."

A game indeed.  You had no relation to Camille, so what was she hiding, and from whom?

"Camille, you really shouldn't be leaving the door unlocked.  This is a dangerous part of the city."  The familiar deep voice startled you and you snapped your head up, looking over the short woman's shoulder to see a face you truly thought you would never see again.

"Montparnasse!" said Camille cheerfully as she released you from her grasp.  "This is my granddaughter, Y/N.  She doesn't live here, see, and so rarely gets to visit."

Your brow shot up in poorly hidden surprise.  Montparnasse?  What business did he have with Camille?  As you met his eyes, you could see that he was thinking the very same thing.  You had no idea the nature of the tale that Camille was trying to weave, so you kept your mouth shut.  But you were unable to break eye contact with the man who stood before you.  

"Let me go get the tea ready, yes?" she said, clapping her hands together.  "You two sit down, get to know one another."  With that, she disappeared into the kitchen, simple brown skirt swishing behind her.

Reluctantly, you sat down, Montparnasse doing the same.  After a moment's silence, you asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," he responded smoothly.

"I asked first."

He pressed a hand to his chest, a look of dramatized worry overcoming his face.  "But if I were to tell you, it would ruin the image of the lovable rogue that you believe I am."

"I think you're obnoxious, and you've threatened my life more times than I typically allow people, so you better answer me fast, before I lose my patience."

"Feisty today, aren't we darling?  Fine then, since you have so egregiously intruded here-"

"I've intruded?"

He raised an eyebrow.  "Do you want me to tell you or not?"

You didn't reply, only settled back into his seat, his arms folded, and he continued.

"I was fifteen.  Life on the street was all I had ever known, and I knew that when you get hungry, you steal, simple as that.  But I stole from the wrong person.  They were thugs, a band of thieves no longer active, but they didn't take too kindly to a street rat trying to nick some of their goods.  So, I didn't make off with the wallet, and I was left on that street outside, beaten to a pulp.  Camille found me, and nursed me back to health.  She struggles to pay rent, and I owe her my life, so once I joined the Patron-Minette, I figured it would be improper not to give her a few francs each month, to help make ends meet."

At this point it was taking every ounce of strength you had to not burst into laughter, but you managed to hold it in long enough to ask, "Why would a hardened criminal care about a poor old woman?"

His brow furrowed, seemingly offended by your question.  "I owe her my very life.  I'm not that callous."

And that's when you lost it.

You doubled over in laughter as Montparnasse continued to speak.  "What?  What could possibly be so amusing to you?"

You wiped a tear away, barely catching your breath.  “You think Camille is struggling to pay rent?’

“Is she not?”

At that moment, Camille entered the room, tea tray in hand, a deceptively warm smile plastered on her face.  “Y/N, dear, you’re taking quite kindly to Montparnasse!” she said cheerily.

“I’m so sorry, Camille,” you said, unable to wipe the grin from your face, “I think I’ve just blown your cover.”

Camille’s smile dropped, and in an instant her grandmotherly facade faded, revealing the hardened old woman that you were more familiar with.  She set the tea tray down with a loud sigh and dropped into a chair.  “Phenomenal, Y/N, you’ve just cost me three francs a month, and now I have to change covers and move before this ruffian puts out a hit on me,” she said, gesturing to Montaparnasse.

You raised your eyebrow.  “You had an elaborate con with several layers of manipulation running for nothing more than an extra three francs a month?”

���You’re supposed to be the best of the best,” she retorted.  “You should know how to spot a con, and how not to blow it, especially one as simple as this.”

“You’re supposed to be the best of the best,” you countered.  “So, like I’ve already asked, why were you even running this con?”

“I'm an old woman.  I need to keep myself sharp.”

You rolled your eyes.  “You were overdue for a move anyway.  Really it should be no problem.  You have more covers and safehouses than the king does brown nosers.”

“Excuse me?” chimed in Montparnasse.  “I’m still here.”

You looked at him disdainfully.  “Yes, unfortunately.”

Camille turned to Montparnasse, still looking annoyed.  "I don't need your money, boy.  I own this damn house, there's no one to pay rent to."

Montparnasse looked at her in shock, but his face soon twisted into anger.  "You vile old woman!" he shouted, leaping from his chair and drawing a dagger.  "You saved my life only to scam me!"

"Why else would I save you?" she asked at the same time you said "As if you haven't done worse," cooly stepping in front of him and drawing a blade of your own as you blocked Camille from his reach.  "Why I may agree that Camille can be a pain in the ass," you added, "I can't allow you to hurt her.  Deepest apologies, dear Montparnasse."

He glared at you a moment longer, before sheathing his weapon.  Turning on his heel, he marched out of the house.

Camille sighed after the door slammed shut.  "He was a good source of information too, you know.  Learned a lot about the Patron-Minette from him."

You sat back down, making a show of pouring yourself a cup of tea and offering none to her.  "It's a street gang, Camille.  They're hardly a threat."

"Their influence is growing.  Remained unchecked, they could become our direct competitors."

"Maybe so, but I didn't come here to discuss the politics of crime syndicates with you.  Where's my money?"

"The politics of crime syndicates is what determines your livelihood," she grumbled, but she stood and crossed the room nonetheless.  She carried a case over to you and set it on your lap.  Opening it, you found it to be full of francs, as expected.  Nodding your approval, you handed Camille the painting from last night.  

"You know," you added slyly as you stood to take your leave, your business now done, "last night would have gone much smoother if I had my crew with me."

Camille scoffed.  "Consider yourself lucky that you had Sylvanie's designs to smuggle that damn thing out of there.  We're working on getting the rest of those meatheads that you call a crew back into the country, but after the stunts they pulled in England, it's been challenging."

"You think that getting you the biggest score you've ever seen from the British Royal Family wasn't challenging for us?"

"Never said it wasn't.  I have my people on it, I just need more time to get papers drawn up and wanted notices gone."

"Fine," you said, resting your hand on the doorknob.  "I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon."

"Not in this house," she snapped.  "You made sure of that."

You shrugged, all but ignoring her comment.  "Get me your new location when you can."

And with that, you were gone. 

—--

You walked briskly through the streets of Paris, taking a winding route to the docks.  You could picture your estate in your mind, the cool wind of the countryside on your face and the sweet scent of flowers filling the air.  You had not told Camille that you were leaving the city, but you decided it didn't matter.  You had more than enough funds to take a break until you got your crew back, and your private home near the Spanish border was the perfect place to do so.  She would be preoccupied with moving for a while, anyways.

Unfortunately though, you weren't going to make it to the docks if you were being tailed. Again.  Your annoyance spiked as you caught a glimpse of a black top hat in the distance.  Had he not had enough?

You turned sharply into an alleyway, then positioned yourself against the wall, primed to catch your pursuer by surprise if he tried to attack.  Escape would be difficult in the narrow space, but you could scale the wall if need be.

As if on cue, Montparnasse turned the corner.  You placed your hand on your dagger, deciding not to draw it quite yet.  

"What do you want, Montparnasse?" your voice rang out, and he turned sharply, his eyes finding you in the low light.  

"Would you believe me if I said your help?"

"No."

He seemed almost disappointed by that, but you were sure you imagined it, that the darkness was playing tricks on your eyes.  Regardless, he was not swayed, and continued to give you what was turning out to be a very unwanted sales pitch.

"The Patron-Minette has a lead on a job.  Big score, even split between us all, but we need a woman.  We've been considering Madame Thénardier- that's our leader's wife," he added.

"I'm familiar with the leadership of your street gang, yes.”

He stepped closer to you.  "She isn't like us though.  She belongs to the underworld, but you and I-" He gently reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "We are more than the rest of them.  We're as at home in the castles as we are in the gutters."

You let out a huff of air, but you couldn't say you weren't intrigued.  "Waxing poetic won't flatter me.  What are you asking me to do?"

"I can't speak much of the details here, but there's a dinner party, one with men only, and the other only women.  The host and hostess each have a key, which are both essential for getting into their vault."

You furrowed your brow.  "Why go through the trouble if you can just pick the lock?"

"Because you can't," he replied. "The keys must be turned at precisely the same time or the gear mechanism will lock up.  We've tried."

You almost walked away then and there.  Let them figure it out.  As much as you loved money, it was a score you didn't need and a risk you didn't need to take, but something gave you pause.  Camille's words echoed in your head.

Their influence is growing.  Remained unchecked, they could become our direct competitors.

Maybe she was right, and if she was, it could be to your advantage to have the Patron-Minette in your debt.  And really it was a simple job.  Get in the party, get the key, open the vault, get out.  No problem.

You held Montparnasse's gaze for a moment, considering.  "Fine," you said.  "You have my help.  When is this party?"

"A week's time."

You nodded.  "I'll be in contact."  Spinning on your heel, you headed toward the alley's exit.

"Wait!" he called after you.  "I don't know where to find you!"

"But I know where to find you!" You replied, waving your hand over your shoulder and exiting the alleyway, now heading away from the docks and leaving Montparnasse alone in the shadows.

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Chapter 1 / -----

#montparnasse x you #montparnasse x reader #montparnasse imagine #les mis imagine #les miserables imagine

[sharkemojis]

writing fanfiction like whats up guys im back on my thesaurus and dictionary bullshit

#fanfic #fanfiction #les miserables #les mis #grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #les amis #exr #imagine your otp #ao3fic #ao3 #i hate myself!

[gods-favorite-autistic]

People who are like “Omg gen z theatre kids only know *proceeds to list every single musical that came out after 1999*” are the most annoying assholes like hey maybe we just don’t like shit from the 1960’s or we have specific tastes have you ever considered that

#something can be said for people who are like annoyed with people who only know like Hamilton and heathers and ast like they know everything #but they’ll be like ‘gen z only knows Hadestown six bmc deh wicked in the heights heathers rtc-‘ #like just say you don’t like modern musicals and move on??? #they completely forget that like with different eras you’re gonna get different styles #like of course some people only like musicals from the past two decades that’s just their style #same with people who only like classics #people do this shit with everything like #you know what pop culture is right #could you imagine if we did this shit with like regular music #no shit saw someone say something ab people who only Hamilton and heathers and people were in the comments making whole ass lists and like #SOMEONE SAID LES MIS. THATS ISNT EVEN A POPULAR MODERN MUSICAL AT THIS POINT ITS JUST A CLASSIC #LIKE THAT MUSICAL CAME OUT IN 1980 AND THE BOOK IS LIKE OVER 100 #LIKE LES MIS CAME OUT DURING THE CIVIL WAR YOU CANT BE ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY AB IT NOT BEING SOPHISTICATED ENOUGH FOR YOU #sorry for ranting tiktok pissed me off #but didn’t we literally go through this on tumblr in the 2010’s? #I thought we all agreed that was horrible and to not do that again but like when has tiktok ever learned from tumblrs mistakes #madurday night live #musicals #musical theatre

[elinordash]

does Marius realise that if he and les amis had been caught alive they would have been imprisoned or

#seriously though #i love imagining courfeyrac's reaction at how marius treated valjean #les mis #les mis text #les mis letters #my text

[toaster-trash]

When you’re reading Les Misérables and you get to the Thénardiers at the Gorbeau House and suddenly 600 pages in this book it goes from Victor Hugo’s wacky fun times in France to a true crime case:

#I genuinely believe Victor Hugo could’ve written the most FIRE gothic horror imaginable #also Valjean underratedly badass asf #Monsieur ‘I’m going to burn my flesh to prove you can’t torture information out of me’ #Les Misérables #Les Mis #Les Miserables #monsieur thénardier #Jean Valjean #Victor Hugo

[autumnalmess]

I am once again experiencing unnatural emotion, shaking to an unreasonable frequency, tears rolling down my face at the thought of Grantaire and Enjolras sharing a bed

#right so imagine a room just a normal room and enjolras and grantaire are in it okay and now imagine... THERE'S ONE BED #AHAHAHA NEVER GETS OLD #right so this hotel is a normal hotel and they're gonna be staying in separate rooms right? WRONG THERE WAS A MIXUP AND NOW THERES ONE BED #save me one bed trope #im unwell #les mis #les miserables #victor hugo #les misposting #enjolras #enjoltaire #grantaire #one bed trope