Hey. I have recently found this pairing and... well, what can I say, I love it!
Not many people ship it, BUT, I hope, someone, somewhere, will.
AU-Story with a different love triangle.
You catch her eyes for what you suppose is the first time when you are walking with your Papa down the streets giving the needing ones money.
But the butterflies in your stomach and the shivers that keep running down your spine as her eyes never leave yours tell you otherwise.
They scream recognition.
They scream love.
They scream destiny and soulmates finding each other again.
Her brown orbs blink once, twice, as if she can't believe you are looking at her.
She turns to her right and snorts in dismissal; thinking that you are watching her friend (who is smiling at her rather foolishly, if you may say).
You giggle at her own foolishness and smile directly in her direction, hoping she'll get the message.
She does get it this time, but her friend doesn't seem to and nudges her and whispers in her ear.
By the looks of it, it's nothing pleasant because soon enough she smacks him hard with the back of her hand in the nape of the neck.
You giggle once more at her actions and she shrugs softly while a blush decorates her face.
You become aware of the heat you feel in your cheeks and smile, making the blush even bigger, if possible.
No words are exchanged between you two, but the longing looks and gestures are enough.
No, maybe not enough, but satisfaying at least because you know, even though you've just found her, you'll never be able to get enough of her.
Your heart starts beating frantically as you realize she's walking toward you.
She's angelical, the dirt in her clothes and face make her eyes shine brighter and her skin, tan and tonned because of the sun and the tough life, looks so inviting you wish you could just stretch out and touch it.
But just when she's some feet away, her whole face changes.
Her smile dissapears and a frown replaces her welcoming stare; she seems to be looking over your shoulder, so you turn around and find your father discussing with some man that looks painfully familiar.
You look back at her and now, her eyes seem to say over and over again: 'I'm sorry' and you don't understand why for a few seconds until the man whose fighting with your father says your name.
The whole memory comes back at you, Thérnadier, the Inn, but the most important thing wa-
"Disappear, disappear; Inspector Javert is coming!" she screams frantically diverging Thérnadier's attention from you
'Run.'
Or at least, that's what you think she wants to say.
"Eponine." You manage to whisper before your father drags you away
"Cosette." She whispers back and that's the last sight you get from her that day
As much as you try to fight it, your mind keeps wandering back to her.
Sometimes it's her brown locks when you feel the wind in your hair.
Sometimes it's her eyes when you look at your Papa's, but his have a different shade you don't want; you want hers.
Sometimes... sometimes it's just the fact of living that reminds you of her because life hasn't been the same since you met again.
You wonder how, you wonder why; but you don't want it to stop at all.
In fact, you want to feel even more than what you are already feeling.
You wonder if it's true, if people can people really fall in love so fast.
Because you love her.
You love her with every fiber, with every part and every corner of your body and heart.
You wonder if she feels the same, if she feels like her world is incomplete without you and if a part of her soul is missing without your prescence.
You ask yourself again and again if she saw what you saw, if she needs you the way you need her and if she is as lost as you are without her.
And the answer comes at you as you step out of your house into the cold night air and the rustling and movement outside signalls there is someone near the doorway.
"Who is there?" You ask, your voice wavering lightly and you are afraid for a moment that anything bad is going to happen, but all your worries dissapear from your head when she steps out in front of you
You stare into each other's eyes and lose yourself in the instensity of hers.
"Eponine." You sigh her name so softly you barely hear it yourself
"Cossette." She echoes with sadness in her voice
Before you can ask what's wrong, a loud voice disrrupts your conversation.
"'PONINE! 'Ponine!" the friend she was with the other day comes rushing towards her
He stops to catch his breath and stares at her the same way you do.
She pats him in the back awkwardly and you smile at her.
"'Ponine... Your father-"
He stops talking when he realizes you are there.
He opens his mouth to tell you something, but she hits him the same way she did on the street the other day to silence him.
"My father what, Marius." she says in a slightly irritated tone and you cover your mouth with your hand to hide your giggles
She discovers them, even so, but she sends a smile in your direction before she faces Marius.
"Your father is coming, 'Ponine, he's coming for her and his father." He says while pointing at you and you take a step back
Eponine takes a moment to think and you are seriously scared because Thérnadier coming is not a good idea.
"Distract him for a moment. I'll do the rest." She whispers after a moment
He stands in confusion until she barks a "What are you waiting for. Go!" at him.
You laugh again at her antics and she blushes softly while walking towards you.
"Eponine, I-" she cuts you off short as she gets her hands on your cheeks through the metal door
"I know." she says with such kindness and love your heart wavers "I feel it too." she adds as a smile runs down your cheek
She wipes it off gently and you kiss her; you don't know how you manage to do so but you do it in the incredibly small space.
Maybe it's because you are both so pressed up to the door you can feel the heat irradiating from her and her hair tickles your face.
It's a chaste kiss, no harsh movements, just ghost-like kisses you barely feel; as if she is afraid of hurting you, as if she is afraid of breaking you.
She pulls away as you hear voices coming from your house.
"Go." she whispers against your lips
You want to reply, to tell her you can't go anywhere if she isn't with you; but you can't find your voice, so instead you kiss her again, shy and gentle and she reciprocates.
'Will you come back?' you pour with trembling lips into hers
'I swear' she answers with a lingering last kiss and then she pulls away.
As you walk towards your house you turn around hoping she's still there; and she is, standing there until you enter to your house.
You smile at her for the last time and she smiles back as you close the door slowly, not really wanting to say goodbye but knowing you have to.
When you finally close the door, you immediately go back to your room ignoring your father's questioning looks.
You look out the window as you hear the door opening and laugh as your father scratches the back of his head as he looks out of the gate trying to find himself with someone.
Little he knows, Eponine knows her way around.
Not even 10 minutes have passed when you hear a scream you recognize as hers.
Your Papa comes hurling through the door and wastes no time in telling you you are leaving.
Your heart aches at the sole thought.
Leaving?
How can you leave when you've finally found her.
You want to argue, you want to refuse, but you know you can't because it's Papa, and if Papa says you'll leave, them you must.
An idea strikes you and you grab a paper and pen and write a letter in record time. You proceed to put it in an envelope and run down stairs so fast you almost fall.
You gently slide the letter in between the bars of the door hoping, no, knowing she'll find it.
As you and your Papa leave Rue Plumet your heart breaks when you realize that maybe, just maybe, you'll never be able to see her again.
You lay in bed, drying your teary eyes as you think if her.
How could you leave her?
You know you were forced to, but maybe you could have fought some more, put up a fight, but instead, you just allowed your father to take you away from her.
You hear your father open the front door and at first you don't bother to stand up, but when you recognize the man your Papa is talking to you stand up in a rush and stick your ear to the door.
"Letter from the barricade" Gavroche (a kid you met the last time you went to the market) exclaims as her tries to catch his breath after all the running he must have done
"The barricade? I'll take it." your Papa mutters as he takes it from the kid
"Something for me, something for you. Good evening, sir." Gavroche says as he starts descending down the stairs
"Boy." Your father starts saying softly "Stay away from there, do you understand?" his voice full of concern
As you thought, Gavroche ignores him and makes his way downstairs.
You hear the door close and you stick your ear against the door to hear what your father is mumbling about; but your attempts are futile and you surrender long after he's finished reading the letter.
You open your bedroom door slowly and your met with silence.
At the sight of a crumpled paper near the door, you rush towards it and pick it up quickly.
Your name is written, so meatly and perfect your heart beats so fast it hurts. Your fingers shake slightly as you unfold the letter.
"Beloved Cosette:
The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love.
It needs no more than a smile, glimpsed beneath a hat of white crepe adorned with lilac, for the soul to be transported into the palace of dreams.
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars - all the beauties of creation.
And why should they not? Why should we not? We're no different than others, my dear Cosette. At the end of the day we are both creations of God and all the works of God are designed to serve love.
On the day when a woman in passing sheds light for you as she goes, you are lost, you are in love. There is only one thing to be done, to fix your thoughts upon her so intently that she is compelled to think of you.
I am a human, Cosette, no different than Marius or Enjolras; I am not inmune to you, to your perfection and the love you radiate. I am nothing but a lover for you, but you are more than for me.
You are everything to me.
It's been too long since I last saw you, too long since I last touched you, too long... too long since I last had my soul with me. The only thing that has kept me alive is the thought that you may love me as well.
A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.
If I fall in this battle, let this be my goodbye.
Because without you, I've already fallen, I'm already lost.
Yours Forever, Eponine."
As the words begin to sink in, you slump against the door and tears slowly begin to run down your cheeks.
In your life, you had never felt so alone. You just hope she'll come home to you.
You grip the handrail as if your life depended on it.
Your father is there besides you; he hasn't said a word, but the way he pats your back softly everytime a sob escapes from your mouth is enough to give you a bit of comfort.
The door you've been waiting to open for the last hours has finally done so and you turn around so fast some you almost lose your footing, but your father catches you and you both walk towards the doctor.
"Is sh-"you begin saying, but the doctor interrupts you
"Yes, Mademoiselle, she is fine. She is getting better as we talk. You can visit her. But plea-"
It's your time to cut him short and your in the room in a flash.
Your heart stops at the sight of her.
So perfect but broken it breaks you at the same.
There's no dirt adorning he features right now, but her skin has lost some of its tan and her eyes are closed.
Her breathing is soft and gentle, and you bet her heart is beating steadily. And overwhelming urge to cuddle her comes to you, and you can't resist it.
You lay down beside her, your head in her chest listening her heart and she stirs after some minutes.
She raises her head but groans and lays down again.
You giggle at her antics and you press your hand delicately against her cheeks.
Her eyes flutter open once more and neither of you can conceal your smiles.
"Hi." she whispers softly and her voice is hoarse and weak
"Hi." you answer and you could swear your heart is doing flip-flops in your chest as her dimples in her cheeks appear
No more words need to be exchanged so you press your lips softly against hers.
You savour the feeling of her against your lips, feeling complete and in peace; but soon her lips are not enough to satisfy you, so you press your hands at her hips in the exact place her nightgown has ridden up.
She lets out a soft gasp and you smirk against her lips, but it soon dissapears as one of her hands finds the small of you back and begins trailing small circles making you shiver.
It's her turn to smile but just before things get more heated, your father opens the door and you both pull apart.
You would have fallen of the bed because of your frantic reflexes, but her hands fly at your back once more and she sits up to grip you tighter.
No one dares to say a word and just when you are about to open your mouth your father chuckles.
"It's fine." he says as he blushes lightly
"I'll have a word with both of you, separately, when the time comes." he adds tries to sound stern, but ending up smiling at the both of you
"I'll leave you too alone now, but no funny buisness with my daughter, Eponine." he concludes with a now serious voice
"Yes sir." she says firmly but when she realizes what she's said she blushes profusely and lets go off you so fast you almost fall again
"I-I mean, N-No sir." she tries to rectify her mistakes and starts rambling, but when both you and Papa start laughing she stops talking
He smiles once again at you, and leaves the room.
You turn around to face her and just one look at her blushing demeanor is enough to have you laughing again.
"It's not funny." she says with a pout and crosses her arms
When the only response she gets is more laughs from you she laughs a little herself.
"Well, maybe a little, but still! You should be on my side!"
You giggle at her pout and as you start to discuss about silly things you realize that there's nowhere else you'd want to be that isn't with her.
I hope you liked it, really.
I'm thinking of writing this again, but with Eponine's point of view.
Tell me what you think.