impulser l'esprit
Summary: In which our favorite boys (and gals!) are dream-stealing thieves. Virtually no plot, just an Inception-esque AU with humorous tendencies.
Author's Note: I'm fangirling over my own story. I think it's just because I love both storylines so much that I mashed them together. Plus I love crackships. I WILL GO DOWN WITH ENJONINE SHIP. Anyways, I saw this set on tumblr that inspired me to do this story. I'll post it on my profile later sometime (not today). In this story, Marius is the extractor while Enjolras is the point man. Eponine is the architect-in-training. (I also ship Arthur/Ariadne.) I made Marius the extractor because he's very passionate (aka in love with his french wife, Cosette), and Enjolras the point man because he's very controlled and calculating. And although not used in this particular job, Grantaire is a forger.
I'm not sure if I'm going to add to this, but if you give me feedback, I just might. As for the title, I just put 'Incept Your Mind' in google translate and hoped for the best.
I own nothing. Inception is Christopher Nolan's creation, and Les Misérables is Victor Hugo's.
All characters are 2012 movie characters (Sam as Eponine, Daniel as Gavroche, Aaron as Enjolras, Eddie as Marius, George as Grantaire, and Amanda as Cosette)
EDITED: I corrected my grammar and added so more details.
In my opinion, this should only be rated T, so warning for sexual language and multiple f-bombs.
In which Enjolras and Marius meet Eponine
In the middle a crowd cafe sat a very handsome blonde man in a suit. He pushed his black rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose as he examined the morning paper. He smirked as he read the headline, "Sex, Slaves, Scandal: The tale of a Former Billionaire". He had a personal hand in revealing the scandal.
He wasn't a journalist. No, not at all, not even close. He was a point man. A point man for a different type of corporate espionage. He was invovled with a different type of thievery: dream-stealing. He was a wanted man. He was...
"Hey Enjolras!" The blonde snapped out of his own internal monologue. He looked up to see his partner in crime (literally), Marius Pontmercy.
"Pontmercy." The blonde smoothly replied. The brown hair man sat across from him. Like the blonde, he was also in a suit. Less expensive, the man named Enjolras added.
"May I?" Marius gestured towards the newspaper. Enjolras nodded and handed him the paper. As Marius' eyes moved back and forth reading the article, his face had brighten up.
"I hope that bastard rots in hell." Enjolras nodded in response.
"So what's up? I thought you and Cosette were going to the States for a while."
"We returned already. It was wonderful."
"I didn't ask." Marius shot a glare at him.
"Any ways, I just got this job for this restaurant to steal a recipe from a chef who quit. Apparently the recipe doesn't taste the same without him."
"How can that be?"
"I don't know. It's France. We're picky about out food." Enjolras rather not divulge in food politics so he let it go.
"Right, so how many people do we need?" the point man asked.
"I think we'll be fine just the two of us, but we need an architect. How about Montparnasse?" Marius scrunched his face. He didn't really like the con, but he was really good.
"Got picked up by Interpol." Enjolras sipped on his coffee.
"Right should we be concerned?"
"No, we're fine." Enjolras had insurance that Montparnasse would not divulge information about him or Marius.
"If you say so. How about Courfeyrac?"
"Honeymoon with his lady." Enjolras didn't know why he had to remind the extractor seeing as Marius was the best man.
"Damn they're both good. Feiully?"
"He's gone straight and became a real architect."
"My god! That's nearly everyone." Marius called out exasperated Enjolras shrugged. There was one more person, but it was a long shot.
"There's always Ariadne." Marius shook his head.
"After that disaster with Grantaire, Arthur's never letting her near us again."
"Right, and we could never afford her anyways." It was a long shot anyways.
"Grantaire's not that bad," Marius shook his head. Enjolras shook his head dramatically.
"No. Never again."
"Come one it wasn't that—"
"NO. We are never mentioning that ever again."
"Shit, we're out of architects."
"We could always do it."
"I don't think you want me making another landscape after the Bakkers fiasco." The point man winced. That was almost as bad as the Grantaire-as-the-architect incident. Almost.
"I could do it." Marius bent over in his seat snickering.
"No offense, Antione, but your dreamscapes are really boring." He said in between his laughter. he looked up to see that Enjolras was not amused.
"What do you suggest?! It's not like we can just pick up some random street artist to whip up something." A lightbulb appeared in Marius' head.
"Oh god! Why didn't I think of it earlier?! Meet me at the warehouse in twenty minutes."
"I don't understand why I had to meet you here, couldn't we just have gone here together." Enjolras said as he leaned against the warehouse door. Marius had changed in the twenty minutes he has seen the man.
"Honestly, I wanted to change. I don't like always wearing a suit like you."
"Suits are nice, thank you very much."
"You look like you're trying to be Arthur." Enjolras glared at his friend, but ignored him and changed the subject.
"Come now, where are you taking me?"
"This way." Marius started walking through the alley way.
About ten minutes later, the two men had made their way to another abandon warehouse. On the the side of the wall, there was large intricate maze. On the ground there were pieces of chalk lying on the ground. At the start there were multiple attempts, but none of them actually finished it.
"This is..."
"Amazing. Time me," Marius picked up a piece of chalk and walked to the maze. Enjolras pulled out his watch.
"Go." It took Marius exactly four minutes to solve it.
"Well?" Marius said excitedly.
"Well what?"
"This is perfect! We really should find whoever made this."
"Or we could just copy the maze and make the landscape around it."
"That's plagiarism."
"Like our job is legal anyways." Enjolras retorted.
"We need to find the artist and recruit them. That way we could have a new architect."
"Look Marius, I'm just as impressed as you are, but how are we suppose to find some random street artist? There's hundreds of them lurking about." Marius tuned Enjolras out as he focused on someone lurking in the background.
"Speaking of which, HEY KID!" Marius chased after the small teenage boy.
"you got to be fucking kidding me." Enjolras said as he went after him.
"'Ello gentlemen, fancy a penny for some lowly kid."
"I have a better proposition for you; do you live around these parts?" Marius bend down to see the kid eye-to-eye.
"Aye." The kid nodded.
"Do you happen to know who drew that maze over in that corner?"
"I suppose for some change, my memory can be refreshed." the kid wiggle his eyebrows expectantly.
"Smart lad he is, I like you—"
"—Gavroche!" The kid answered.
"Top of the class you are, Gavroche. Here you go." he handed the boy a decent amount of change. Enjolras shook his head.
"Thank you sir, that bit was drawn by 'Ponine." Both men raised an eyebrow.
"By a Pony?" Marius said incredulously. Had he just been duped by a kid?
"No no, EPonine, my sister. For a couple more euros, I could take you where she is."
"That would be lovely." Marius pulled out his wallet.
"You have go to be kidding." Enjolras breathed.
"You sure, Gavroche?" Marius asked concerned. The three were staring at a new, looking building. The sign was bright neon, although unlit as it was 1pm. It read, "Bombshells." Another sign read, "Real French girls" and another, "Boobs". Enjolras laughed at it's 'tactfulness'.
"Oui, oui. It only opens at night, but she has to come in early to set up." Gavroche thumbed through his money.
"Thank you for your help." Marius nodded. The kid flashed a toothy smile before running off.
"What now?" Enjolras said sarcastically.
"We wait." Marius said nonchalant.
"You expect me to wait," he checks watch, "seven hours to talk to a stripper."
"Hey regardless of occupation, this girl is good, we need her."
"Can we wait somewhere else," the blonde said as he fought off glares from an elderly couple. "We look creepy."
"Fine, we'll meet here at exactly 9:30."
"That fucking bastard." Enjolras sat at the bar after receiving a text message from Marius. It was 10:41pm, and apparently Cosette was feeling ill that night. So Marius had to stay home to take care of her. The point man walked in and was immediately bombarded with breast and bums. He fought his way to the bar and sat down at the first available seat.
"Can I help you out sweetie?" he looked up and saw a scarcely clad woman behind the bar. She had long chocolate hair that was curled and matching brown orbs of eyes. Her lips glistened red. His eyes traveled down her body and got stuck on her breast. Her perfectly round—Stop Enjolras, he thought to himself. He had a job to do.
"Yes, a scotch on the rocks please." He said. The girl behind the bar went to prepare his drink for him. She turned around and reached up high to grab a glass. From this angle, Enjolras could see dimples indented into her lower back. Oh how long had it been since he was with—FOCUS.
"Anything else?" She said as she placed his drink in front of him.
"Yes, can you tell which one of these strippers likes to vandalize warehouses and create intricate mazes? That'll be wonderful thanks." He said sarcastically.
"Do you have a name?" She smiled brightly. Enjolras tried not to get lost in her smile.
"I do. Eponine." He could see that the name was one she recognized, but he could tell she was going to play it off as if she didn't know it.
"Pony?" She asked amused.
"Eponine." He repeated. She opened her mouth, but another customer shouted for the bartender.
"Oh duty calls, stay here, Monsieur " She winked at him. He quiet drank some his scotch waiting for the attractive (wait, did he just think that?) girl.
"Hmmm, I think I may know something, but a little," she rubbed fingers together, "could jog up my memory."
"You sound like that kid who led me here." He pulled out his wallet, and pulled a large bill.
"Small little blonde boy?" She tipped her head to the side.
"Yes, Gavroche was his name?" She grabbed her a big bill which she stuffed into her bra.
"Oh yes. I know him." Good, he thought. She must know his sister then.
"Your son?" He joked.
"My brother. How old do you think I am?" She said in mock anger.
"My mother told me never talk about a lady's age." He lifted both hands up in surrender.
"I'm a bartender at a sleazy strip club; I am not lady, Monsieur."
"Still, you have womanly parts."
"Who the fuck speaks like that?"
"I do. Now, I assume you are the girl I am looking for."
"You thought right. Gavroche told me that you were a brunette." She fingered his blonde locks.
"That would be my partner."
"Oh so you are gay!" She laughed.
"I am not gay!" He cried out indignantly.
"Is there a particular reason why you and your lover want me? I'm not into threesomes with gay men," she joked.
"I am not gay." He repeated.
"Right, well?" She laughed.
"We have a job offer." He said seriously. She examined his face closely, but leaning back against he bar.
"I decline." she said smoothly. The man rubbed his forehead. He felt a headache coming on.
"Why? You haven't even heard the details yet?"
"Can you give me a job that pays more than what I make here?"
"As a stripper? Hell yes."
"Excuse you, I am a bartender!"
"Look miss, if you take this job, you could make twice you make a year." He tried to appeal to her.
"Twice? You realize I make well over six figures doing what I do." She scoffed.
"The minimum pay for this type of job is one million per person." Enjolras retorted. Eponine, for her part, was silent. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again. Enjolras smirked. He got her now.
"What exactly does it entail?" she asked curiously.
"Let's say it's not exactly legal. I can only tell you if you agree to it."
"I can't go to jail. I have four siblings to take care of." She said seriously. He contained his surprise, so she had more than one mouth to feed.
"You won't as long as I'm here." She looked around before leaning forward.
"You give me the end of my shift to think about it," she whispered into his ear.
"Deal, I'll take another drink," he whispered back. She smirked kissing him on the cheek. She pulled back.
"How about a free lap dance on the house?" She announced rather loud.
"No that's not necessary." He shook his head, but the bartender had waved over a girl already.
"Candi! Give this kid a lap dance." The oompa-loompa clone smiled at him seductively before
Message Sent: 01:34 am
To: Marius Pontmercy
From: Antoine Enjolras
You fuckin' owe me.
"So basically you drug people, break into their mind, steal their secrets, and sell it to the highest bidder?" The two sat inside the confides of Eponine's apartment. The three boys she housed were all asleep in their room. Her sister was attending college on a half-scholarship overseas.
"In laymen's terms, yes." He stirred his cold coffee with the small spoon he had given her.
"Sounds like a riot, what exactly do you need me to do?" Her hair was damp from the shower she had over two hours ago. He had stayed in the club (enduring multiple pole dancing shows and lap dances) until after hours and gone home with her.
"You're the architect. You design the dreamscape."
"Why me?"
"Remember that maze? We need to you make a realistic Paris, but you have to incorporate a maze so the mark's subconscious is not aware they're in a dream."
"Okay. How exactly do I do that?" Enjolras smiled pulling a silver brief case out of nothing.
"I'm glad you asked."
Eponine was bent over her workspace working on a 3D model. For a girl who didn't go to college, she was quite the architect. Enjolras leaned back on his chair checking her "work" (her ass, it was her ass) out.
"Hey." A strong hand gripped his shoulder and the point man almost fell back in shock. Thankfully Marius was able to catch him. Marius gave him a knowing smirk.
"What?" Enjolras said annoyed as he leaned forward on his chair.
"You like her huh?" Marius smiled. Enjolras frowned.
"You're absurd."
"She's rather pretty for a stripper." The point man felt his blood boil a bit.
"She's not a stripper." He defended. Marius smirked getting the answer he hoped for. He was about to tell Enjolras the real reason he went to talk to him, when the reason actually showed up.
"Is that Enjolras defending a woman's honor?" Enjolras cringed as he realized who's voice that was. He stood up and faced Marius.
"What the hell is he doing here?" The man pointed to the infamous Grantaire who raised his arms in surrender.
"I was in the area." The curly hair forger smiled.
"Go away. We don't need your kind." Enjolras said childishly. Eponine got up from her workspace and joined the rest of group.
"Oh you wound me, my dear 'jolras." Grantaire covered his heart in mock pain.
"So you are gay!" Eponine cheered.
"I am not gay!" Enjolras raged. The other three laughed at the man.
"Babe, why hide our love any longer." The forger hooked his arm around Enjolras's neck.
"Release me you foul human." Enjolras insulted.
"'Jolras, don't deny your manly-love any longer." The girl said. She faced Grantaire and offered her hand. "I'm Eponine. I have been harassing your lover for the past couple weeks."
"Why thank you my dear, I am Grantaire. Please to make your acquaintance." He kissed her hand sloppily.
"Charmed." She smiled genuinely despite the fact her hand was now wet. She wiped the back of her hand on the Enjolras' suit.
"If this nonsense is over with, I would very much like to all of you to get back at work." Enjolras ordered.
"Oh lighten up, Enjy-poo," Eponine went to pinch his cheek.
"Seriously, take that stick out of your arse," Grantaire joked.
"Or would you rather have R stick his in?" Marius added. Both Eponine and Grantaire stared at the extractor shocked, and then burst out laughing. Eponine moved to the near table and smack it unable to contain her laughter. Grantaire literally fell to the floor and rolled around.
"Fuck you guys. I am not gay." Enjolras flipped all of them the bird and walked out of the room angry.
"Good one Pontmercy."
The next day, the job went off without a hitch. When the restaurant got the perfected recipe, they transferred money into a swiss account. Enjolras sneakily transferred the money into three different accounts.
After the all the money was transfered, Enjolras couldn't shake the feeling to see Eponine again. He went to club, and found her bartending. He approached the bar and sat down in the same seat he did when he first met her.
"You really don't have to work here anymore," he told her. She smiled at him.
"I guess not, but I like being a bartender."
"You just made one point three million dollars overnight."
"And tonight I'll make a thousand."
"You're really something you know." He confessed.
"Is the marble statue hitting on me?"
"Only if it means I can get you to go home with me." She smirked at him and he frowned knowingly. "I am not gay."
"And I'm not that type of girl."
"Then be the girl that I pick up at seven thirty and take out to dinner tomorrow night." He proposed. She stared him trying to read him.
"What if I have work?" She said.
"You don't. I'm the point man. I know everything." He countered.
"Make it eight, and you have a deal." She gave in.
"See you at eight my dear."
"I'm sure I left my flask here!" Grantaire said as he Marius made their way to the warehouse.
"I don't now why you had it in the first place." Grantaire stopped walking and gave him a deadpanned stare. "Right, right, so stupid of me. I just don't get why we had to get it tonight."
"Well, I would have called Enjolras, but I have no idea where he is." Marius just shook his head and he unlocked the front door. The two walked into the warehouse. First thing they hear were things being pushed onto the ground, then some ungodly noises.
"Oh Enjolras! Yes yes!" Eponine's screams filled the warehouse while the only bit Enjolras that could be hear were his manly grunting.
"Is that?" Marius asked, but he knew the answer. Grantaire looked inside and smiled.
"Oh my god. They're fucking on his desk," he didn't bother to whisper. The couple couldn't hear him any ways. Against his better judgment, Marius took a peak, and immediately wished he didn't.
"Oh god, lets go." The extractor pulled the forget away, but the forger fought back.
"OH 'JOLRAS."
"Wait! I need a picture of this." Marius smacked him across the head.
"LET'S GO." Marius pulled the drunk by his ears. He's going to have lots of sex with his wife to forget that sight.
"So did you two have a fun night?" Grantaire said as the five of them (Cosette included) went out for lunch. Eponine smirked while Enjolras' ears went red.
"It was exciting," the point man said nonchalant.
"Pleasurable," the former bartender added.
"Was it FUCKing amazing?" No one even tried to contain their smirks at Grantaire's crude remark.
"It was quite pleasant, R." Enjorlas replied.
"I even learned something new." Eponine said, taking a sip of her lemonade.
"What was that?" Enjolras asked as he slipped his hand underneath the table to grab her thigh. She placed her hands on top of his.
"Enjolras definitely isn't gay."