lm modern*

i have a special place in my heart for marius who accidentally became famous?? like he posted a vine where he followed cosette with the phone camera until he sees valjean sat with a newspaper glaring at him and the phone hits the floor to the sound of marius shrieking and it has like 14 million views or something ridiculous 

Les Misérables & colours (8/?): Marius Pontmercy + rose

Rose as a softer, paler shade of pink is the colour of both giving and the receiving of love and understanding. It is a romantic and thoughtful colour that shows tenderness and kindness with its empathy and sensitivity.

sceptiqueveille  asked:

how about a continuation of that coffee shop au with barista!Grantaire? it was very silly, but i enjoyed it very much. if that's not particularly inspiring, i'm completely delighted by the way you write Grantaire's friendship with Joly and Bossuet, and i'm still not over Bossuet translating R's speech for Enjolras's benefit in that one ficlet, so i'd love more stuff about J/B being Grantaire-whisperers. finally, a very happy birthday to you! your blog is one of the best things on tumblr

Coffee shop AU it is! Previous ficbit here.

Grantaire was talking with another customer when Enjolras came in, smiling and laughing and gesticulating wildy.

Enjolras didn’t mind that Grantaire was busy. The customer seemed to be talking and laughing back – doubtless someone with interests that matched Grantaire’s own. Enjolras checked his watch and absolutely did not scowl at it. He stayed near the doorway carefully examining available tables until the customer was gone.

“Fiat lux!” Grantaire proclaimed as Enjolras approached the counter. “Et ecce homo, to mix testaments. Behold, the man, and it was good. What can I make you today, oh light, oh man?”

“Coffee,” said Enjolras. It was the same answer he gave every morning, for lack of a better one. He’d gone home the first day after drinking Grantaire’s coffee and found himself searching for articles on coffee roasts and types of beans. He’d emerged with nothing to show for it. The words simply meant nothing to him.

They meant nothing when Grantaire said them too, but they were pleasant to hear all the same.

Grantaire produced a drink with a theatrical flourish. “You were late this morning, so I started without you. I even anticipated your order! A smooth, medium roast, with a dash of cream and seasonal spices to complement the natural nutty flavor. Against my better judgment, I have included a drop of honey. Yesterday you complained-”


“Yesterday, you stated that your drink was bitter, and I have taken your words to heart. A confusing signal, I grant, from a man I have personally seen drinking instant coffee black-” Grantaire mimed disgust and pain with perfect comic flair, and Enjolras couldn’t help a slight smile, “but I persevere in the face of adversity. Yesterday your coffee was bitter, and as a true student of Aristotle today I have corrected towards sweet.”

Yesterday Grantaire had waved towards a pretty girl as he handed Enjolras his drink, and blown her an exaggerated kiss. Enjolras supposed his coffee had been bitter; he couldn’t really say.

Today Grantaire was smiling at him, a lopsided grin that lit up his face and made his eyes sparkle. His hair was disorderly, his nose crooked, his skin blotchy. Enjolras thought his smile might be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Yes,” he said, after a sip he couldn’t remember tasting. “It’s sweet.”


Road Trip AU.

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: feuilly & grantaire

black coffee, paint-stained fingers and pencils tucked behind ears, hordes of hidden talents and hundreds of obscure trivia facts, beanies, ripped jeans, lying on the floor and staring hopelessly at the ceiling, grunted conversations, snarking at people when you’re tired, tinkering on instruments, backpacking trips to other cities, the steady presence at your side, charcoal smudges, late night takeaway, the coolness of dusk.   


It comes in an all-consuming clarity that an unexpected chuckle is drawn out of Enjolras. He guesses it’s been a long-time coming; he shouldn’t even be surprised. But the moment that he realises just how much he’s in love with Grantaire feels momentous in the soft peaceful quiet of the library.

It goes beyond the way Grantaire’s hands glide across his sketchbook, confident in ways the man himself is incapable of a lot of times. It’s more than how errant curls fall nonchalantly over his face and how he is more gifted than he gives himself credit for. It’s the quiet moments like this when he knows Grantaire gives him space without needing to ask. It’s when he wakes up in the morning and Grantaire is there and everything just feels like things have finally slotted into place. It’s the feeling that he cannot go a day without this man and without letting him feel that he is loved and important and brilliant beyond beliefs. 

He heaves a sigh at the absolute sense of rightness

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: grantaire & cosette

handwritten letters and postcards, painting onto skin, being dragged outside on sunny days, lying side by side at the top of a hill, moments of inspiration, soft humming and guitar lessons, old dungarees, meandering through art galleries, patience and encouragement, fighting off the numbness, noticing old scars, letting each other vent, cheap wine and picnic food, things you can’t tell anyone else. (requested by @a-maniac-and-a-queen


modern au where enjolras and grantaire meet over the internet but they live on opposite sides of the country. they constantly text, skype and video message each other. enjolras gets often teased by his friends because it’s obvious that he’s very much besotted with r. 

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