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joohanisms · 10 months

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Do you have any headcanons for pegging Jun han. I want him so bad 😵‍💫

OHHH BOIIII . DO I . DO I HAVE PEGGING JUN HCS.

edit: sooo this nearly turned out to be an oneshot. hope you like it either way <3 (i Loved writing it, thanks for the request!!)

junhan + pegging thoughts 💭💫

cw: smut, fluff kinda?, pegging duh, usage of "good boy", strap-on (+ mention of other toys), first time bottoming, the slightest bit of crying (/pos), a single hickey,

wc: 2,7k

minors dni

so. he suggested it first

after he came across some confirmations that both of you would enjoy it. two of those being:

the time he was shuffling through your ~toy box~ for a vibrator and happened to find a strap on. he immediately turned scarlet, making you worry for a second

"baby, are you okay? do you want to stop?"

"no, i just... uh, you have a strap on?" he lifted the harness out of the box, his statement sounding more like a question.

"oh yeah :-) can you please get the purple vibrator though? we don't have all day >:-("

he very soon forgot about it, until the time your fingers went too low during a blowjob and he nearly jumped out of his skin (and came) at the same time.

"you okay?" "yeah, it's just. um. you're nearly in my ass?"

you furrow your brow, letting his cock rest against your cheek, "do you not like it? i'm sorry, i got kinda carried aw–"

"no, i mean, it's not that, i– i'm only surprised, i guess?" his quick hands on your face and his rushed reasoning makes you smirk. "what, never had anyone near it?" his cock twitches when he feels you stroking his perineum lightly, and you file the information somewhere in your brain. hyeongjun's face and neck are so red you decide to take pity on him, "i'm just joking, babe. do you want me to go back to sucking you off? no ass stuff, i swear." he chuckles, mumbling a yeah, and feeds his cock back into your mouth.

after those moments, he finds himself thinking way too much about it. the feeling of your fingertips on him, the harness stashed away in your bedroom, the dildos he knows you have, the time he got drunk with his friends and had to suffer through jooyeon's retelling of how he got fucked in the ass and how good it felt... the list goes on

but he never really mentioned it to you

so when you're watching tv on your couch and suddenly you have a lapful of your lanky boyfriend, burying his face in your neck and going "can i ask you something?" you're very surprised, to say the least

"what's up, jun?" you wrap your arms around him, softly running your fingers up and down his back. he takes a deep breath, and you can feel as much as hear his words against your neck: "would you peg me?"

the butterflies in your tummy turned into full on birds. you have a whole ass pigeon in your stomach

"is– is that something you'd like?" you stutter a bit, your head going haywire.

"if i didn't, i wouldn't be asking." his shoulders shook lightly as he laughed. "would you do it, though?"

you catch yourself a second before saying "duh??? ofc", and tells him a much more appropriate "of course, baby. whenever you want."

you run your hand through his dark hair, and he relaxes completely against you.

"mhm," he gets comfortable on your lap, "not today though. gathering up the courage to ask you made me tired. nap?"

and so the subject dies down for a while. until you're both shirtless on your bed, letting him kiss you silly.

"baby," hyeongjun starts, fiddling with the buttons on your pants, "do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

??? DUH

"are you sure? i don't want to pressure you." you whisper, holding his face in your hands lovingly.

"i wouldn't have asked if i wasn't," he smiles softly, and you melt.

he definitely notices how eager you are, if the way you immediately get off the bed to fetch the ~supplies~

the harness and a half empty bottle of lube are thrown into the bed. hyeongjun's cheeks are flaming red.

"uh, you wanna choose the dildo? i have a few," you look down at the box in your hands, trying to figure out which one he'd like more.

"oh. uhh. the smallest?" he nearly regrets asking for this whole thing fr

and so, a sparkly pastel pink dildo joins the harness.

you climb back on the bed, straddling him

his hands are creeping towards your bra when you very helpfully ask, "are you clean?"

he chokes on air poor thing

"of course i am! who do you take me for??" he reaches for your discarded shirt and throws it in your face out of sheer embarassment.

he didn't browse half of wikihow for nothing ffs

"i'm just making sure!" you put your hands up in defeat, not being able to supress a chuckle at his frustration.

"stop embarassing me and start fucking me, for the love of god!" he pouts, knees towards his chest and his face in his hands :-(

you have half a mind to tease him with a "not into humiliation, then?" but you take pity on his poor soul

"i'm sorry, baby." you kiss the back of his hands, in hopes that he'll stop hiding. "one last question, though."

he peeks at you behind his long fingers, "fine. what."

"are you going to be a good boy for me?"

now, you can hear him whimper.

you straddle him, gently pulling his hands away from his pretty face. "you like that? you'll be my good boy?"

he nods, and the room feels stifling with warmth again. you can't help but kiss him hungrily, running your hands across his naked shoulders.

by the time you pull apart, you've taken off his pants, leaving him in his boxers while you've only lost the shirt. it gives you a power rush, being almost fully dressed, on top of him, and knowing what comes next.

hyeongjun looks delectable. the rosy hue of his cheeks, the small pants coming from his kiss-bitten mouth, the expanse of warm skin... all for you to touch, all for you to love.

you settle your hands on his narrow hips, squeezing lightly. "can i take those off?"

he nods, following with a "yes, please". so polite.

and so, he's completely naked, hard and leaking against his tummy. you want nothing more than to wrap your mouth around his cock – and so you do.

his hands fly to your hair, trying to ground himself as you suckle on the head, tasting his precum. he whines when you sink a little further, letting his weight rest on your tongue and holding his cock firmly by the base. sneaky, your other thumb finds its way to his perineum, not too different from the first time you accidentally put the thought of ass play in his head.

he starts to shake slightly, and you know you have to get this show on the road before he cums down your throat. you let him go with a pop, gently caressing the top of thighs,

"get on your hands and knees for me?"

he mumbles a "yeah", and you leave him to get comfortable while you look for the lube in the crumpled sheets.

he's SUCH a good boy omg.

you turn to him and he's propped up on his elbows, watching you. he smiles softly when you catch him, adverting his gaze.

you squeeze some lube on your fingers, trying to warm it up a bit. your other hand glides along his spine in a comforting motion. "can i start?"

"please."

he shudders when you press a finger to his rim. the moment your fingertip enters him, you're rewarded with a whimper. you pet his thighs in an attempt to soothe him – you know he needs to adjust to the intrusion, so you let him do so, pressing kisses to his back.

it doesn't take too long before he starts getting antsy, trying to push himself back on your finger. you move, and his head hangs.

he's panting, and soon he very softly says, "add another, p- please?"

who are you to deny him?

after properly letting him adjust to the two fingers in his hole, you begin moving around, looking for the spot that will hopefully make him see stars. when you realize, his face is stuffed into the pillows, muffling his whimpers. his legs are shaking, barely holding him up, and his walls are clenching down on your fingers.

you consider adding a third finger – just to be safe – but hyeongjun said he wanted a fuck, and the dildo chosen is not very big; it's very begginer-level. he's stretched enough.

you slowly pull out, draping your body over him to kiss the back of his neck. he whines, but you're quick to turn his face towards you and kiss him deeply, swallowing his complaints.

your jeans are grazing the back of his legs, and he suddenly realizes just how vulnerable he is – naked, ass up, lube running down the inside of his thighs... god, he wants to hide.

he buries his face back on the pillows, and you can't help but worry a little.

"jun? are you okay, baby? do you need anything?" you climb off of him, laying by his side.

he's quick to mumble an unconvincing "i'm okay," finally stretching his knees to rest his stomach on the mattress. he startles a little as his cock comes in contact with the bed. "c-can i... uh, can you..."

you touch his cheek, urging him to stop hiding his pretty face. he turns to you, gives you an once over and settles your heart:

"can you take off your pants?"

you have to chuckle. you were so scared you did something wrong, while he just feels a little too naked. "of course, baby."

while you shimmy out of your jeans, he turns to lay on his back, looking intently at the harness thrown to the side.

laying down beside him again, you peck him on the lips, once, twice, and looks at him adoringly. "do you want to go on? we don't have to if you don't."

he pulls you onto his hips, straddling him once again, and smiles.

"i do. i want it."

mirroring his smile, you brush away the sweaty strands of hair on his forehead. "how do you want it? i'll do whatever you want, just ask."

"can we stay like this?" his cheeks color red, his hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders.

"of course. anything else?" you lean in, nuzzling his neck. he smells like faint cologne, sweat, and what you can only classify as him.

"take off your bra?" he giggles, sneaking his hands under the straps.

laughing along, you kiss him again, guiding him to the clasp.

once your titties are freed – and hyeongjun had not only traced his mouth over them but also given you a hickey on the top of your right boob – he sneaks another glance to the harness and dildo.

you catch the hint, and puts both on, his eyes never leaving you. when you're finally ready, lube in hand after slicking up the dildo, he's bright red again. you decide against playfully asking him if he likes the view; the way his eyes are shining and looking at you with utter adoration are enough of an answer.

"ready?" you ask, holding his legs by the knees, (much like he does with you <3)

"yes."

you lightly press the tip of the silicone against his rim, and squirts some more lube directly on his hole. no such thing as being too safe, i guess. plus the legitimate squeal he let escape his lips at the cold substance hitting his skin was pretty much a reward.

you push into him very slowly, not wanting to rush and hurt him. you thank the gods for the chosen missionary position, as you can see every shift in his expression.

his brows are furrowed, his mouth is open, his hands are on your shoulders, his hair is a mess of dark, sweaty strands and his eyes are closed shut.

once you bottom out, he already looks fucked out.

you cup his face, "good?" he nods, not trusting his voice.

quite an useless thought, since as you've barely finished uttering the words "tell me when to move," he's already squeaking out a "move, please."

and so you do

you start thrusting in a decent pace – not too fast to hurt him, not too slow to make him go insane – and soon you're punching little moans out of him.

his hands splay across your shoulder blades, nearly covering those with the delicious size of them. he wants to pull you closer, you can tell by the way he's almost making puppy eyes at you.

keeping the pace, you bend his legs towards his chest. the angle changes, and by the looks of it, you're hitting his prostate dead-on. his head is thrown back, before you release one of his knees to tangle your fingers in the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss that's more him panting in your mouth and you swallowing every sound he makes. his leg is in the position you left it in and you don't have enough free braincells – they're mostly going insane about how hot the whole situation is – to keep a brain-to-mouth filter, so you can't stop the "good boy" that's being whispered against his lips.

he whimpers.

his hands are no longer on your back; his left hand grasps the leg you released to keep it in position, and the right desperately snatches the hand still on his other knee, intertwining your fingers.

you pin your joined hands to the mattress beside his head. at this point, your thrusts have become faster, and hyeongjun's mouth can't produce any words except for the ocasional trembly "baby" and "please".

he looks close to cumming – hell, he's BEEN looking close to cumming.

you squeeze his hand, your other hand leaving his hair to jerk him off in the fastest pace you can, and delivers what's apparently the killing blow:

"my good boy, my hyeongjunie, my baby."

his back arches, his lips open in a sob and he's covering your hand in white.

you bury your face in his neck the best you can, helping him ride out his orgasm by slowing your hands and hips.

by the time he's calmed down and his hand is clutching your wrist to stop in overstimulation, you lift your head and see little tear tracks glistening on his skin.

you pull out, immediately kissing him deeply while he clings to you the best he can with his tired limbs.

you carefully wipe the wetness around his eyes with your clean hand, and he's looking at you like god sent you himself.

"was it good?" you whisper, cupping his cheek and already knowing the answer.

he only chuckles breathlessly, nodding with conviction.

you peck his lips again, detangling yourself from him, "i'm going to get something to clean you up with. i'll be right back, don't move."

you come back somewhat clean, with a damp towel and a bottle of water, to see hyeongjun in the exact same position you left him in

after wiping the lube and the sweat + making him drink some water + fetching him some boxers (as per his request) + assessing the state of your sheets, you finally lie down to cuddle.

your limbs are tangled, his face is pressed to your chest, and you're talking in hushed tones.

"was it actually good though? nothing bothered you?"

"it was perfect. i'd have no one else take my ass virginity."

"you're stupid, you know that?"

"mhm, but you said i was a good boy, so..."

"that was a great discovery by the way. next time, we're getting you a tail plug."

"a what?"

+ bonus:

"a tail plug, you know. to go with the good boy kink."

"baby, please shut the fuck up." he laughs, shifting in the mess of limbs. he slots his leg between yours, and has a terrible insight. "you didn't cum."

you pet his hair, pressing your lips to his forehead, "it's fine. today was about you and what you call your 'ass virginity'."

"no. i'm not leaving you hanging." he hooks his fingers on your underwear, "sit on my face, come on."

"baby, i'm okay, i swear. you don't have to–"

"you're so wet i can feel it on my leg. who do you take me for?"

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clickerflight · 5 months

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Clove: Part 13 - Play?

GUESS WHO'S BACK! IT'S THE BOIIII!!! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist.

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Part 12

Content: Werewolf whumpee, fear, ignorant comments about his scars, mentions of past abuse

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Ephraim had to leave to help make the house safe again.

Hyrum knew he was safe, he knew Ephraim would be back, he had his bird toy and he was full, huddled under the blankets as snug as a hibernating creature…. but every new sound scared him. A subtle creak of the house settling had him clutching the blanket and toy closer, his heart pounding. He just wanted to be home. In Ephraim’s house.

He pressed his face into the pillow, taking a deep breath to fill his nose with Ephraim’s scent. It was like warm raspberries picked right off the cane, undertones of bread and flowers firmly carrying home the feeling of safety.

He slowly relaxed again and got more comfortable, pulling his toy out of the blankets to get a better look at it, running a finger over the carved features of the bird, ears twitching as the ball rolled around gently inside of it.

He sighed and tried to relax, closing his eyes again.

That went away when he heard footsteps and voices and the front door opened. He sat up quickly, the scents of the werewolf children from the trip to see the merchant reaching his nose.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here,” said one voice, which Hyrum completely agreed with as he slipped out of the bed on the opposite side from the doorway.

“Oh, stop being such a pansy.”

Hyrum silently dropped down and wiggled under the bed, cupping his hands over his face to muffle his breathing as he heard the two sets of footsteps come down the hall, stopping at the door. He closed his eyes as it creaked open.

“Is he in the bed?” the younger sounding voice asked.

The older one approached and Hyrum flinched as he patted the bed.

“No, doesn’t look like it.”

“Is he still in here?”

“Course he is. Can’t you smell him?”

Hyrum opened his eyes in time to see knees contact the floor and a face peering under the bed, right at him.

“Aha!” the grey haired werewolf said, tail sweeping the floor. “There he is!”

Hyrum scrambled back out without thinking, getting to his feet and backing up quickly enough that he banged rather loudly into the wall, hands searching the blank space behind him as his tail tucked itself between his legs and he ducked his head to protect his throat.

The other wolf, a younger kid with darker hair, though not quite black, stared at him while the older came around the bed, slowly and steadily, like he was stalking Hyrum.

Hyrum felt his heart beating faster, and he whimpered as the wolf took another step towards him.

The wolf froze, head cocked to the side for a moment. He took another step and Hyrum started seeing spots from how quickly he was breathing, none of the air actually making it anywhere.

The wolf froze in place, halfway through another step. He backed up a bit until Hyrum felt like he could breathe again, still shaking like an aspen leaf and gasping for air, tears escaping down his cheeks.

“What’s wrong with him?” the younger one asked.

“I don’t know,” said the elder. “Here, back out of the room. Maybe he’ll be less scared with just one of us.”

The younger wolf pouted, but did as he was told.

Hyrum did not feel any better, pinned down under the gaze of the older wolf. Was he older? He looked older. He was bigger than Hyrum, with broader shoulders and shinier teeth and flesh on his bones. He would be a real weapon.

Not that it mattered. Hyrum wasn’t even supposed to be a weapon anyways, apparently.

“You’re Goldenrod, yeah?”

Hyrum relaxed a little upon hearing the nickname and nodded faintly.

“I’m Isaac.”

Hyrum watched nervously, not certain of what the other wolf wanted. Isaac seemed to be waiting for something before looking around a little, confused.

He looked back and asked, “What are you so scared of?”

Hyrum didn’t know how to answer. Wasn’t it obvious? There was a bigger, tougher wolf in the room, blocking his exit after breaking into the house he and Ephraim had been staying at. How was that not terrifying?

Isaac stared at him for a long time before taking a slow step forward and all of Hyrum’s muscles which had relaxed even the slightest were tight again, sweat breaking out down his back.

Still, Isaac didn’t stop until he was a few steps away, leaning closer. Hyrum could hear him sniffing, could see he was open and relaxed.

“Wh… What do you want?” Hyrum whispered hoarsely, terrified.

Isaac leaned back again and frowned. “I haven’t seen another werewolf in a while that’s not from my family. I just wanted to see what your deal was.”

Hyrum didn’t know what that was supposed to mean and didn’t respond, which, to his horror, seemed to frustrate the other wolf.

“I mean, what is your deal? Mum said there was an intruder in the village and Ephraim has been staying here and you haven’t even left this house once! Don’t you want to go outside? Don’t you want to see other pups and play?”

Hyrum shivered. Being in the sun sounded nice. It always did. But playing with pups? Isaac talked about it like it was a normal thing. And Ephraim was expecting him to be here when he got back. What if he went outside and Ephraim thought he’d been taken? Just the thought of Ephraim worrying over it for even a moment freaked Hyrum out. And what if he did get taken?

“‘M scared,” Hyrum said softly, head tucked in still. He was afraid that Isaac wouldn’t like his answer and would lash out at him and hurt him. Jack always did.

“Why? We’re not going anywhere crazy. Me and my sibs are playing out in Mrs. Julien’s yard. It’s basically across the road from here.”

Hyrum was beginning to consider the idea, if only because he loved the feeling of sun on his skin. Isaac seemed genuine as well.

After a long moment he nodded. “Okay… and I can come back here whenever I want, right?”

“Right,” Isaac said, impatient now. “You should bring your toy. It’s almost Angie’s turn to play and she always wants to play house or rescue the princess or sacrifices to the demon lord. Come on!”

Isaac left, leaving no context for what he’d just said, but Hyrum carefully scooped up his bird and left the comfortable room. He saw the two wolves go out the front door, talking to one another. He passed the table in the front room, giving it a wide berth as feelings of panic and fear stirred around him, as though he’d left them under there when he had been hiding there a few nights before.

He very slowly stepped out of the house and onto the front porch, the wood rough under his bare feet and the sun like a blessing on his skin.

He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of it in his curls. His curls! He’d never had curly hair before. Ephraim had told him that now he was getting more food and sleep and he wasn’t covered in mange, he was getting his ‘real hair’ in. Hyrum didn’t fully understand it, but he was glad for it as a sign of being taken care of and fed.

He stepped down onto the dirt path and quickly crossed the road, smooth rocks poking up through the dirt and pebbles here and there.

He got to the other side and hesitated on the edge of a yard of soft grasses and small wildflowers, four wolves gathered together in the center of the yard where another brother and a sister had been waiting.

Isaac waved him over and he approached carefully.

“This is Goldenrod,” Isaac said, and the girl nodded, eyeing Hyrum’s toy a little bit, making him clutch it a little tighter. “Goldenrod, this is my brother Simon, you’ve met Lionel, and this is Angie.” Lionel was the wolf who had come to the house with Isaac, it seemed. Simon and Angie both had black hair and fur and Simon nodded, a little intrigued, though it was Angie who spoke first.

“What’s wrong with your face?” she asked, tilting her head.

Hyrum felt a swoop of… what was that feeling? Like he was anxious, but in an entirely different way. He didn’t realize that the way Isaac had talked to him had given him a new idea. One of being accepted by more than just Ephraim, and now he felt like that was dashed. Destroyed by Jack because of the scars on his face.

He could feel his eyes watering and he looked down quickly, glad for his curly hair for another reason now.

“Hey! Be nice, Angie,” Isaac barked. “Seriously, mum taught you manners! I was there for it!”

Angie huffed. “I just wanted to know,” she whined.

“It really isn’t nice,” Simon said in a quiet, slow tone.

“Oh, come on! Scars are cool!”

Cool? What could possibly be cool about the pain and starvation he went through? What was good about that written across his entire body? For no good reason? There was no reason for it. None of it. None of the silver or knives or ‘training’ or the initials in his arm. No reason for the burns or the broken fingers or the bleeding head wounds or the mange.

Hyrum turned to go back to the house, wrapping his arms tightly around his body causing the toy to be shoved harshly into his ribs.

“Wait!” Lionel said, running up and coming around to stand in front of Hyrum. He was shorter than Hyrum was, but he still looked stronger. He looked up into Hyrum’s face earnestly and said, “Please can you stay? We can make her go home! We want to play with you!”

“Hey! You can’t make me go home!”

“We will if you don’t apologize,” Isaac nodded and Simon added, “A real apology, Angie.”

She huffed at both of them but she came over, a rather worn doll in hand and she took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Goldenrod. I shouldn’t have asked about your scars and I won’t ask again. Will you play with us?”

Hyrum was puzzled by her tone. It was strange but he didn’t recognize it enough to put a finger on it. Still, hesitant and feeling a little bit pressure from their eyes all on him, he nodded.

They all seemed very excited and had him kneel in the grass to play where he lived the strangest hour of his life giving a personality to his bird toy and helping rescue a princess from a demon who wanted to play house with her.

Part 14

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#werewolf whumpee #scars #mentioned abuse #anxiety #fear #boi is socializing!#look at him!#he's so freaked out about it!#there are going to be consequences for playing in the sun for too long when he isn't used to it

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fillsta · 2 years

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How to explain Les Mis characters to your friends

Enjolras 'Enjy dearest', 'Enj':

Angry blond boy. "Eat the rich". Either gay or aroace. His celebrity crush is Robespierre. He may or may not have a crush on a specific wine lover. Also Aaron Tveit. That's it

Combeferre 'Ferre':

The 'hot' scholar. Rly likes moths I guess. Wears glasses bc he's smart and smart ppl wear glasses. Has done nothing wrong, ever. We love him .

Courfeyrac 'Courf':

Everybody's friend. Flirty, fruity bitch. Round and lovable. Possibly in a relationship with either Combeferre or Jehan. Marius' own personal extrovert. Keeps the group together. Portrayed by the Mighty, the Fruity Fra Fee.

Grantaire 'R':

Likes to drink. A lot. Bi bitch, hopelessly in love with a certain blondie. Hold-hands-before-getting-shot-to-death kind of crush. Rly good at history and philosophy. Cynic. Also, fandom decided that he draws<3. Big hobo energy. Ask the fandom about the actor in the 2012 musical and they'll shed tears

Jean Prouvaire 'Jehan':

Ah yes, the softie. Love poetry and playing the flute. Most likely smoke weed. Plant parent. Gender unknown. We love their hippie bullshit. I don't remember the actor's name but he was kinda cute

Bahorel 'Baho':

The fruity gym bro. Enjoys fistfighting. Possibly Feuilly's bf. Man bun and beard. Studies law but doesn't want to be a lawyer. Doodles instead. Gavroche's idol. His celebrity crush is probably Dwayne Johnson or sth.

Feuilly:

IwbavajsbJzkabzjsvs. We love him. He's pure and innocent. Orphan. Makes fans for a living. Really loves the countries of the world. Headcannoned as Polish. Enjolras' fav ho. Wears flannels. I'll stop here because oh boi I can go on for ages

Bossuet/Lesgles:

Bald guy. Wholesome. He's also extremely unlucky and Victor made sure that's his only personality trait. Polyamoryyyy. His bf is Joly, his gf is Musichetta. It's just... Bossuet, you know?

Joly:

Doctor? Yeah, did I mention he's a germaphobe? Poor guy. Eccentric asf. Carries a cane everywhere. Will wake up in the middle of the night to align his bed according to the earth's poles and shit. Yes, he has a bf and gf, as previously mentioned.

Gavroche 'Gav':

Best boiiii. Smol, like, 10-12 yrs old. Savage. Absolutely destroyed Enjolras when in an argument. Also managed to trick a skilled criminal once. Rip, he would have loved Minecraft. Eponine and Azelma's brother. Courfeyrac's instant son. Looks up to Bahorel.

Marius Pontmercy:

The Most Awkward Human Being. Like, fr. Courfeyrac's emotional support introvert. Possibly the only straight here but who knows??? Idk he's kinda close with Courf. Anyway Enj amd Ferre scare him. Especially Ferre. He somehow gets a gf??? Survived

Eponine 'Ponine' Thenardieur

Marius' side ho. Has a crush on him. Bit I think she's gayyyy. Or bi. There's no way she's interested in men only. Anyway, poor. Terrible household situation :(. Feminist. I hope she gets a gf in her second life. R had a smol crush on her but that was just a phase. She deserved better, like everyone.

Cosette Fauchelevent/Valjean:

Marius' main ho (how this guy manages to get bitches is beyond me). Cottagecore goth (is that a thing?). Adopted. Such a sweet gal. Eponine could also be her gf <3.

Montparnasse 'Parnasse':

Ah him. Okay this guy. He is s narcissistic but a good one. One day he looked in the mirror and said 'Wow im hot lets murder people' and so he did exactly that. Said criminal tricked by Gavroche. 'Dandy'. He's so cool I love him sm.

Azelma Thenardieur:

Poor girl doesn't get any development. She's just there. Survived. Is rly cool tho, trust me.

Jean Valjean:

Stole bread and went to jail for 19 years. Villain origin story. Then he stole from a child (which may or may not have been Feuilly but that's another story for another post) and he instantly went good. Became mayor and businessman. One of his employees died so he found her daughter and raised her. Survived for a while. Is supposed to be the protagonist lol. Wholesome grandpa

Inspector Javert 'Jav jav man':

Is his life's goal to arrest Valjean. I say enemies to lovers trope. Starts off as a bitch, tbh.

Fantine:

My poor girl deserved the world. Her bf got her pregnant and fled :(. She gave Cosette over to some strangers to raise her while she worked in a nearby town, sending them money for Cosette's expenses. That's a no no there but ok. Gets fired, becomes a prostitute, dies. So of any of you out there shame sex workers I'll choke u while u sleep.

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