Additional Tags: Trans Enjolras, pre-transition transgender character, Demisexual Grantaire, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Magic-Users, Transphobia at some point but only from the villians I promise, Past Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Minor Violence, Abuse, Slow Burn, Politics sorta, Gore, a little
Summary: Hercule Grantaire is the crown prince of Ketor. He has never been passionate about the crown, about ruling, but he knows his duty and loves his country, his people. Aurore Enjolras is his new bride, their marriage joining the country of Ketor with neighboring Elus to create a barricade against invading forces from the West. But there is something different about Aurore, something that Grantaire cannot put his finger on.
As they navigate through a new marriage, a new country, and the looming threat of war, Grantaire and Enjolras rethink their thoughts on life, monarchy, and each other. And when a vicious attack comes from their enemies, bringing everything they know to the ground and sending them running, hiding, and plotting to gain back the freedoms that are quickly being stripped from everyone in their blooming, infant country, things change. Grantaire finds bravery he never knew, and Aurore finds the strength to share a secret with Grantaire, one that has haunted Aurore since birth.
(Tags/warnings/etc may change as the story evolves.)
A/N: This is quite an undertaking for me! I love fantasy and Enjoltaire, though, so I figured, why not?
The Stars (as I call it because the title is long enough for Fall Out Boy to get jealous) is a story of change. Changing from strangers to lovers and everything in between. Changing from royalty to nothing. Changing from nobility to rebellion, from just monarchy to violent dictatorship and, perhaps, back again. And of course, Enjolras’ transition away from Princess Aurore Enjolras Grantaire to the person he was always meant to be, which will play a big role in this story.
((As this is a story with pre-transition Enjolras, I am using she/her/hers within the story until it all comes out. But that’s just a warning mostly for readers like me, who can be bothered by that sort of thing sometimes. I know it’s silly but I thought I’d let you all know.))
It took a while for the truth to set in. Marinette had all the proof she needed to be sure Adrien was Chat Noir, but it all seemed more like novelty than reality. As such she spent the next few days in a happy but conflicted daze. She hummed while doing her chores. She smiled brightly at Chloe and Sabrina when she delivered their breakfast in bed. Her singing rang through the house as she chopped up vegetables to prepare the soup. She wished Andre a good morning and good day whenever she was called to his office. It was confusing to say the least, why their ragged servant girl was in such good spirits. Especially after being denied going to the Gala, having her dress torn and being given extra chores. Her high spirits never wavered, and it was absolutely infuriating for the Bourgeois.
On the third day, Marinette finally seemed to register the truth. It had sunk in well and good and the pretty girl felt as if she would burst if she had no one to share her feelings with. Her heart had swelled with happiness and she quickly squeaked out to a confused Sabrina, who was reading a book, that she was going to town to run the errands. The food stock had been running low anyway and Marinette needed to see her best friend. Hiding the pink slipper in one of her dress’ hidden pockets, she grabbed a basket and escaped before Andre or Chloe could stop her.
As she ran out of the gates a sense of freedom and elation washed over her and she felt like her heart would burst. If she had to speak she was pretty sure it wouldn’t come out other than a high pitched squeak. Putting a hand to her chest she reminded herself to take deep breaths. A few airy laughs still escaped her and her grin was bright as she walked all the way to town, basket swinging in her hands.
As soon as she reached the square she made her way to the Cesaire household. It was out of her way from her errands but Marinette skipped her way to the house anyway. On the way she even spared a few moments to play with Manon and the other village girls. It was obvious Alya had told her mother about the ball and her sister’s had over heard and gossiped when Manon asked, “Are you gonna be a Princess ?” The dark haired girl blushed and stuttered before telling Manon to play with her friends, reminding the little girl to keep quiet about it. It wouldn’t do to have a bunch of people know she had been Ladybug, especially since so much gossip had spread already.
Alya, of course, ran out to greet her best friend immediately at seeing her. The young barmaid had been getting antsy waiting for her friend to visit. She had had to wait three long days to finally get the details of her best friend’s nights and she couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled the surprised girl into the house, up the stairs, into her room and promptly locked the door to prevent interruption.
“Girl, I need the details. What happened with the Prince ? Did you see how smitten he was with you when he walked down the steps ?” The part time barmaid was bursting with excitement, “I know you like Chat Noir and all, but the Prince totally fell for you.”