squished cheeks and constant cuddling, coordinating rallies, shredding dumb newspaper articles, whipped cream on waffles, huffs of exasperation,
lying across laps, lemon sorbet, tagging along on family holidays, commandeering bike rides by hopping on the handlebars, cheesy pop songs, getting dragged on detours and errands and adventures, chuckling at each other,
fondly shaking your head. (requested by @eirenical)
morning light and fresh croissants, sharing a newspaper, secondhand book stalls, bright smiles and wide-eyed admiration,
secret corners of the city, a light breeze through open windows, earnest compliments, calling out flaws in arguments, putting other people first, conversations that forget to end, running fingers through hair, quiet snoring, the tightest hugs known to man. (requested by @aflamethatneverdies@jordsie@eirenical & anons)
YESSSS. I HOPED YOU'D REBLOG THAT. XD Enjolras and Feuilly, please! ^_^
so @pilferingapples and @mayleavestars both asked for this pair too! :D thank you friends! This was really fun - some of these scenarios I’m not generally a fan of, but I had fun with them anyway, surprisingly! And now I really want to write some of them as actually fic, oops.
who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter
Enjolras comes from a proud family of hunters, even though that he knows it’s bullshit; they don’t do much hunting anymore, they claim to protect the ‘innocent’ but mostly sit on the status and privilege the title of ‘hunter’ had granted them for generations.
Feuilly is a werewolf who, since he cannot get hired at any other job, decided to found an organisation to help magical creatures and humans who have been affected by curses and other magical illnesses navigate a society that’s dangerously hostile for them. Enjolras joins, using the ressources and contacts he has to help the organisation stay afloat.
(They front as a book club. It was neither Enjolras nor even Feuilly’s idea, but it works.)
who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
Enjolras is the mermaid who is tired of having to live by her society’s rule and standards; Feuilly is the fisherwoman who struggles to make a living and who just wants to see the world beyond the tiny island she lives on.
They build a boat together.
who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
I’m not too sure of what the concept of familiar involves, but; Feuilly is a young witch who joined a coven to hopefully learn more about magic, about spells and rituals and everything there is to learn about this skill she never even knew she had; one day, Enjolras shows up - they’re a spirit, they think, and though they appear human as a spirit, they can only become corporeal in animal form. (They prefer bird forms - there’s something natural about flying for them). They become good friends - for some reason, Feuilly has a much easier time with magic when Enjolras is around, as if they help her tap into the most of her power, and Enjolras, who would otherwise use up all their energy trying to stay in this world, doesn’t even have to make an effort when Feuilly is around.
who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
They’re both baristas and coffee addicts, who go to each other’s store because they actually really like the other - it’s not weird, they just want to talk, they heard about - they read the thing -
Feuilly works in a cheap chain coffee shop, and really can’t afford to drink at Enjolras’ hipster indie third wave coffee shop that much, but it makes his day to go. And Feuilly’s workplace is way out of Enjolras’ way between classes and work, and he’s been late quite a few times, but it’s worth it every time.
who’s the professor and who’s the TA
Enjolras is the young professor who just got his position - the youngest to ever teach at the faculty. Feuilly happens to be his TA - they’re the same age, but Feuilly has just started grad school after studying part time throughout undergrad. They don’t have much in common at first, and they actually kinda intimidate each other - and let’s be honest, they’re a little intimidated by their job too - but turns out they adore working with each other, and company makes grading a little less painful.
who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
Enjolras is the only child - only daughter - of an eldely merchant couple. She grew up hearing the stories of the Good King and Queen of her parents’ time, and how the Evil King murdered them both years ago and took over the throne. She also grew up seeing first hand how people have suffered under the Evil King - famines and war and epidemies. And she’s had enough of seeing everyone suffer.
So Enjolras grabs a sword and cuts her hair and set out for the castle, passing as a knight. She’s incredibly skilled and easily infiltrates the castle, all the while also gathering a few loyal followers. There she finds Feuilly, who is actually the Good King and Queen’s daughter - she was hidden and raised in secret after her parents were murdered and now works as a kitchen maid at the castle. She was told to wait until the ‘time was right’ to act and save her people - acting carelessly would just get her killed and her family killed - but, like Enjolras, she’s seen so many people suffer and she’s had enough, she won’t let anyone tell her she is powerless anymore. Enjolras’ arrival in the castle is sign that the time is right to finally act.
So they team up to get rid of the Evil King. And also fall in love. And because this works best if they’re young, like, late-teens-early-20s-at-most, they surround themselves with and elected council to help them rule over the land, and war and famine and suffering is over, because this is a fairytale. Hurrah!
who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent
Enjolras teaches maths in high school; most kids are intimidated by him at the start of the school year, because he always looks very serious, but by the end most of them will agree he’s one of the best teachers they ever had.
His neighbour is Feuilly, who adopted his much younger foster brother (let’s say it’s Gavoche) a few years ago. The kid is sweet, but kind of a handful, and Feuilly works three jobs to keep food on the table - he’s actually a teacher too, but has only ever managed to pick up a few temporary jobs as a substitute teacher so he had to find other things. Enjolras starts coming over from time to time to help Gavroche with his homework and, well.
Eventually Feuilly ends up finding a full-time teaching job at Enjolras’ school, and they start dating, and it’s all very sweet and Gavroche thinks they’re so sweet it’s actually nauseating and goes to hang out with Bahorel instead.
who’s the writer and who’s the editor
Enjolras is the writer - he writes a mile a minute, has so much to say about so many things, but he hasn’t been able to speak out loud - or hear, for that matter - since he was a child. So he turned to writing, and write he does!
Feuilly is his editor - some would say ‘long-suffering’, but in truth, he loves it. He cleans up Enjolras’ writing, which goes from stream-of-consciousness to grandiose speech-writing sometimes in a single page, contributes to ideas, asks Enjolras to develop some points, sometimes to even reconsider his angle on certain topics - and that’s what Enjolras loves about working with Feuilly. Feuilly has a lot of things to say about, well, pretty much everything too, but he’s never felt quite confident enough to publish a book on his own.
Until Enjolras offers to cowrite something with him. After that, it becomes a different story.
consider: damen and laurent with two little twin baby girls that are sweetest lil things and so spoiled by their dads
two little girls with damen’s curls and dimples
laurent and damen love them from the moment they first set eyes on them ofc.
they probably name them like Eglantine and Eirene
name discourse happens
laurent: you are not calling our daughter ‘egg’ or ‘eggy’.
they end up calling her ‘lettie’ for short
laurent is the worst, always holding the babies. refusing to hand them off, except to damen ofc
except one time damen wasn’t around and laurent needed a break so he handed them to nikandros, who v suddenly found himself with an armful of baby
he was terrible at holding them
laurent: “support her head properly before i lose mine.”
laurent holding 2 babies at once and lord help anyone who tries to take them from him
“your majesty! princess eglantine is drooling all over your chiton! shall i take her-”
“if you’d like i can the wet nurse-”
they get The Look from laurent before he says smth like, “i will say this again, and slower for your benefit: no. you should worry less about my chiton and more about the importance of the matters at hand within this council meeting.”
damen holding two babies at once and they’re so tiny in his arms i cry
laurent trying to put the babies down for a nap and ends up falling asleep himself. damen taking the babies from him super gently so laurent can get some sleep
discourse over what the babies should wear
laurent:“our children are not running around naked with only a cloth in case they soil themselves”
damen: “our children are not going to wear veretian finery in the dead of summer”
they eventually settle on some of the veretian-akielon hybrid clothing that’s emerged with the joining of their nations
damen grumbles bc there’s still so many laces
the babies with some of the toys that laurent and damen had as children: like a rattle, a wooden horse, etc
“perhaps the little princesses would like some dolls to play with more as opposed to, well, um… toys better suited to little princes….”
withering glares from damen and laurent who dont have time for gender role bullshit
damen and laurent trying to sing the babies to sleep
but they’re both terrible singers
eirene cries the first time damen tries to sing her to sleep
the first time one of the girls walks it’s the Biggest Deal
damen cried. and laurent may or may not have cried
laurent: “i have an eyelash in my eye, is all. pesky little things. i am not crying.”