In case some of you are unaware, there's been a lot of merde on tumblr about different ships (the main one that people complain about.. here's a hint, it starts with an 'Enjo' and ends with a 'Nine'). So I've decided to come up with a solution!
I don't think one of these has ever been written before (correct me if I'm wrong because I REALLY want to read another like this)... Here is my first... EVERYONE/EVERYONE fic!
Marius was the last to join the group so pretentiously titled "Les Amis de l'ABC". Technically, he was second to last, being as a girl from his apartment complex came with him to the first meeting, uninvited but welcome nevertheless.
The group was fairly odd, and yet normal at the same time. They worked to assist the lowly, hence the French pun of their name, l'ABC is pronounced as l'abaissé, the abased. They were abnormal in the way that, unlike most normal charity groups, the members shared a deep bond that went past that of coworkers.
Marius's old roommate, Courfeyrac, was the first to welcome him. The handsome young man embraced his friend and sloppily kissed the girl, Éponine, on the cheek. The two were ushered in to sit around the table as they planned their plot to change the world to benefit the people.
At first, he noticed absolutely nothing in that innocent way that surrounded Marius. He was far too occupied thinking of his Cosette, who had recently slipped him her number in pretending to pick a flower at the Luxembourg. However, there were certain things that he could not entirely ignore.
He caught sight of the first thing when Grantaire drunkenly took a hold of Jehan's hand and began to rub the poet's wrist. Jehan appeared to take no notice, instead continuing his reading of Dante without acknowledging the man. Grantaire then slung his arms around Enjolras's shoulders. The leader temporarily stiffened, but then relaxed into the drunk's touch.
Marius frowned at the last action, for the cynic and the believer were constantly at odds. Then again, he wouldn't know sexual tension if it smacked him in the face.
It only became real to him when he noticed Éponine coming home later and later, long after he left. If he caught sight of her in the hall, it was often that she had mussed hair and smeared make-up. Once he had made the mistake to comment on her appearance. Éponine, rather than sending him her usual slightly hurt expression, defiantly placed a cigarette between her flushed lips and exhaled in his face.
He realized then that she was in some sort of relationship with one of the Amis. While he was slightly curious as to which one, he chose not to investigate for he had a lack of curiosity once he found all the answers in Cosette.
Still, some things were strange.
Musichetta, Bossuet and Joly had an established relationship, one that was fluid to whatever trends any of them felt the desire to bend to. Marius, while slightly deterred by their taboo lifestyle, was fine with how things went between them, for they seemed happy.
One day he walked into the back room to see Joly and Bossuet chatting amiably over the newest addition to a popular political magazine while Musichetta and someone in a brown cap were kissing ferociously with hands everywhere. The boys seemed not to mind, occasionally glancing over and smiling at the sight. Marius stood in shock in the doorway, and he only managed to move once the cap fell off the mysterious lover, revealing a familiar head of tangled curls.
He ran.
Éponine confronted him on the fire escape later about it, but he refused to talk or listen. He heard her mention the names Grantaire and Enjolras, but he simply nodded without absorbing a single word. Once she was done talking, she looked him in the eye harshly.
"Do you understand?"
"Yeah." He answered.
But he didn't. Not really.
Many months after he and Éponine joined, Marius called the police upon hearing Thernardier plan to harm Cosette's father, the man who had inhabited more than simple fear in Marius. The young man was terrified of his girlfriend's father, in fear of what he might do were he to discover their relationship. The police arrived and immediately cuffed the Thernardier and Thernardiess as well as their youngest daughter who had been keeping watch for them. Marius didn't know where Éponine was, but he felt a twang of guilt once he remembered that her name came up in the conversation with the police.
He trudged to the café that night, hoping and dreading to see Éponine. When he entered, Les Amis were a tangle of limbs and bottles as they laughed and enjoyed a night that Enjolras had to write an essay for his Poly Sci class, leaving them to their own devices.
The police came in about twenty minutes after Marius, seizing a drunk Éponine and cuffing her wrists behind her back. The boys (and Musi) all leapt to their feet to protest. Marius was astounded by the sheer greatness of their numbers united against one force.
They defended Éponine with all they had, claiming she had a solid alibi, that she was with them for the entirety of the night. The police eventually released her, and she tumbled into a waiting hug with tears in her usually cold eyes.
Marius, not wishing to be faced directly with Éponine after calling the police, moved back in with Courfeyrac.
What he called 'The Incident' occurred a few weeks after he moved in (three days after Cosette approached her Papa with the idea of moving into an apartment of her own with a roommate. She just failed to mention that her new flat mate would be a boy, who doubled as her secret boyfriend).
Half of his stuff was still packed from the initial move from the Gorbeau complex to Courfeyrac's building, and a quarter was re-packed for the move to his new place with Cosette. He left work early to come home and finish packing, and when he used the spare key to unlock the door, he stopped.
On the couch was Éponine, her skirt hoisted to her waist, exposing a portion of her cheap, lacy underwear. Her top was half off her shoulder and her hair was akin to that of one who recently awoke. A cigarette was hanging from her pouting lips. That wasn't the strange part, though. Jehan's head was resting in Éponine's lap. Also fairly normal. What was unusual was the fact that Courfeyrac was atop Jehan, moving their lips together with a fierce passion often found with the dandy. As Marius observed from the doorway, Jehan and Courfeyrac broke apart and Courfeyrac pressed a kiss to the expanse of skin beneath Éponine's ear.
Marius made a nonsensical noise in the back of his throat, causing all three parties to leap apart as if they were set on fire. Jehan looked at his feet and shuffled them. Éponine crossed her arms and glared at her former neighbor. She had tried to tell him, after all. Courfeyrac ran a hand through his (somehow still) immaculate hair, looking terribly guilty and slightly embarrassed.
To Marius, it didn't make sense.
To the eleven members of their strange net of benefits, nothing else seemed natural. They were all shards of a single piece. Together, they were whole.
So this first chapter is cutesy and stuff and then next chapter is SMUT. so please review with any sort of pairing. ANY AND ALL, THIS INCLUDES MARIUS AND COSETTE.
(Note: The Enjolras in this story is asexual. He can and will participate in vulgar sex acts, but mostly to please those he cares about. He is into their relationship on the personal scale, whilst everyone else also delves into the physical)