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Drink With Me: A Les Misérables Platonic Gift Exchange 2023

Hello everyone!!

It's been a year and we are back for another round of celebrating platonic affection :)

What is the Drink with Me Platonic Exchange?

It's a fandom event to celebrate the platonic relationships in Les Misérables! In it, each person gives up to three platonic ships, and receives another person's ships to make some kind of content for. Let's get the wine of friendship flowing!

How do I participate?

@p-trichor, @juliensorelisoverparty and @aromantic-enjolras are the mods.

Just send any of us a DM with the following :

And we'll assign you a person accordingly (and keep that information confidential).

After the inscription process is done, you'll be assigned one person, along with their top three ships, and you can choose which one to make content for. You're not obligated to make content for all of them, we just want you to have wiggle room!

I can't write/draw, can I still participate?

Of course! Fics, fanart, videos, moodboards, gifsets, edits, etc.... All content is welcome!

What is the timeline?

Beginning today, the registrations are open till 10th June 2022. Your user and ships will be assigned within the next couple of days.

All the content must be uploaded on the 9th of August. And remember, it's a surprise, so please keep it secret until then!

Remember to tag the person who you're gifting, as well as @drinkwithme-exchange, and tag #drinkwithme2023

We want to see it!!

Feel free to drop a question in our askbox, if you have any doubts.

Happy creating!

listen!

listen to me!!

LISTEN EVERYBODY!!!

general lamarque is dead

Happy pride month to everyone but to the les mis fandom especially!

(Happy General Lamarque is dead day)

btw you should make sure to spend the infinite cycle of life, death, and rebirth with a bestie. it’s called ouroboros not myoboros

I'll never say

That i'll never love

Oh, but I don't say a lot of things

- "the chain" by ingrid michaelson

It was not yet light when Grantaire woke, but judging by the howl of the wind that rattled the shutters, that had less to do with the hour and far more to do with the weather. Of course, it was not the wind that had woken him but the sudden absence of warmth in his bed, and he propped himself up on his elbow to find the culprit exactly where he expected him, hastily dressing in the clothes that had been shed in equal haste the night before. Grantaire made no complaint at the loss of warmth or even the urgency the other man seemingly possessed in leaving, far too used to both occurrences to bother complaining now.

As such, when Enjolras turned, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tied his cravat, he startled upon seeing Grantaire awake. “I did not mean to wake you,” he said, his hands flitting almost nervously from his cravat to smooth the front of his waistcoat.

“You never do,” Grantaire said. “And usually I can sleep through anything, save the loss of you.”

Something almost imperceptible tightened in Enjolras’s expression. “Grantaire—”

“From my bed,” Grantaire added as hastily as the other man had dressed. “That is all I meant.”

Enjolras just sighed. “Sometimes I wonder,” he murmured, giving Grantaire a long, measured look. Then he shook his head before bending and pressing a kiss to Grantaire’s forehead. “I promise I shall see you later.”

But Grantaire caught his wrist before he could fully pull away. “Promise me I shall see you later,” he said, his eyes searching Enjolras’s. “Not merely in passing, or amongst our friends, but back in my bed tonight.”

Enjolras hesitated. “You know I cannot make that promise,” he said, his voice low. “Any number of things may arise that will keep me from your bed.” Again he hesitated before adding, his voice even quieter than before, “And any number of reasons that my absence may prove the better choice for both of us.”

“Promise me anyway,” Grantaire said, pitching his voice to match Enjolras’s.

Enjolras again hesitated. “Only if you promise me something in return.”

“Anything,” Grantaire said instantly.

Enjolras reached out to cup his cheek with one hand, his thumb pale against Grantaire’s flushed skin as he brushed it across his cheekbone. “Promise me that should I fail, your belief in me will not cease.”

Though his words were ostensibly about his promise to return to Grantaire’s bed, both men knew without it needing to be spoken that he referred to far more than that. Grantaire leaned into Enjolras’s touch, his expression unreadable. “Would you believe me if I did promise?”

“No,” Enjolras answered truthfully.

Grantaire managed a small, crooked half-smile. “Then it seems my promise makes little difference.”

“As little as my promise to return to your bed,” Enjolras countered. “For all that either of us may believe.”

Grantaire turned his head to press a kiss to Enjolras’s palm. “I would promise the world if it was mine to give,” he told Enjolras, “but if it is my belief you seek to maintain, perhaps there is one other promise you might make.”

Enjolras’s expression was impassive. “What would you ask of me?”

“That you promise not to promise anymore.”

He delivered the words simply, and without accusation, but their simplicity spoke to the volume of promises Enjolras had made and never quite been able to keep, from one as simple as his earlier promise to see Grantaire later, to the far deeper promises spoken between lovers. Enjolras swallowed. “Grantaire—” He broke off and sighed. “You deserve someone who can both make the promises you wish of him and keep them.”

Grantaire lifted his own hand to place it on top of Enjolras’s. “Perhaps. But I promise that what I want is you.”

Enjolras bent to kiss his forehead once more. “Then you have my promise.”

Grantaire tilted his head to capture Enjolras’s in a fleeting kiss. “And you, mine.”

I think I deserve a tattoo and a trip to the book store

Best Green Character Round 2-B

see when i step on a lego it fucking hurts, and when i step on the french guy, he likes it

reincarnation AU e/r meet-cute