A/C: This fic is built off of the idea that Enjolras is often described in the novel as looking very feminine, which brought me to the ideas of what if he actually was female? Women weren't exactly listened to equally back then, though as you can probably imagine Enjolras would never let a thing like that stop her. I am not saying in the slightest that this is canon even though it's written to fit neatly into the canon story, but simply playing around with the idea. I didn't change the name as it's a last name so that's unnecessary.

Ship(s) broship of Enjolras/Combeferre and implied one sided Enjolras/Grantaire

Third person/Present Tense


"This world we live in is brimming with injustice, breathing in the nature of slavery that's working against each and every person that lives here besides the utmost rich! There's nothing there for the poor, and no way to get to the top. All there is is pain, misery for those at the bottom. And it's always going to stay like this too, with such a distinct upper and lower class, unless we speak up against it! Show what's on our mind! Speak out against this injustice and make a difference!" Enjolras shouts over the crowd around her, standing on top of a group of boxes that bring her above the crowd of people milling about. She pumps her fist into her air, filled with enthusiasm and anger. She's so completely done with this, with being ignored with all of her truths. There are a few who look up in her direction, before quickly steering their attention back to the ground. They know her words are true, she knows they do, but they won't give her more than a few seconds' head. It's as if they're incapable of listening to her just because she's a girl. Oh, maybe her words hit their heart, but, no; upon turning their eyes up and seeing her feminine features every word she says becomes meaningless, since it's not her place to talk of such things. That's men's business. It's infuriating.

"Hey, blondie!" someone calls out from the crowd, a wolf whistle upon their lips. At the sound of him, Enjolras is convinced that she won't reply, and simply twists her knuckles into tighter fists.

"Everyone, listen! Isn't it time that we stand up for our rights? Let's start off the fight that will give us the right to be free!" she calls, trying to attract others attention besides the one probably drunk man who's now standing at the foot of the area, grinning like some over excitable hyena. "In these times, everyone sits in their beds starving, men and women alike, young and old. Meanwhile, those with the profit sit upon their fountains of gold and stuff themselves without a second thought. Equality, my friends, equality is what we need!"

"Blondie, why don't you get back to the kitchen?" the guy howls, bringing his hands up to his mouth to aim the words more directly at her. "Go home, girl; no one wants to hear from you! It's not your place!"

Enjolras growls in frustration, glaring down at him but forcing her attention to not be focused on him. She's used to putting up with jerks like him, every time, in her fight for equality that's so completely ignored.

"She's treated just as unfairly by this monarchy as the rest of you, perhaps even more. Why shouldn't she be able to speak out?" An unfamiliar voice shouts out, for once warm in her direction and in her defense. She doesn't need anyone to defend her, as she can manage herself just fine, but it is nice to know that there's someone listening out there and actually listening to her words, despite her gender. "This world is ready for change, and just needs those who are willing to grab it!" Enjolras directions her attention to this new speaker, looking him over. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a well-mannered outfit, glasses resting on the crook of his nose as he glares at the other man who had been talking earlier. In all manners, he looks like a severe school teacher.

Enjolras then looks toward the large clock visible from her perch, seeing that it has nearly struck four in the afternoon. There's a policeman who comes around at that time, and it always creates complications to run into him. Enjolras slips down from her perch and lands beside the new professor-like man. He can't be a professor, though, for he's much too young, about the same age as Enjolras is herself.

"Sorry, didn't mean to call you down." The man dips his hat in greeting. "I'm Combeferre, and who is the one with all the promising dreams?"

"Enjolras," Enjolras greets, a faint smile upon her lips. "It's alright, there are some police who come around in a few moments who I'd rather not have a run-in with. I can't change much from behind bars from the situation I'm in. Lovely to make your acquaintance."

"As it is with you," Combeferre responds, returning the smile. "Would you like to go out for drinks?"

"No, sorry, I don't date," Enjolras replied stiffly, suddenly realizing that he may not be interested at all with her plans for freedom, and instead just be trying to get her into his bed.

"Oh, of course not, I would never suggest something like that," Combeferre waved off, shaking his head. "You miss my meaning. Go and get tea or coffee or something and discuss your plans and your goal of equality."

"Oh yes, I'd love to," Enjolras responded, surprised into a small laugh. "Sorry, I've had to deal with a lack of interest for my cause for quite awhile now."

"I don't see why, it's something that France needs desperately," Combeferre murmurs, beginning to lead the two of them over to a small cafe that Enjolras catches the name of 'Musain' on a sign in front. "You seem like quite the leader for the task, as well. I've always been very open to bringing change around but have never known how to go about it."

"Thank you," Enjolras mutters, taking a seat in a corner of the Musain cafe without further hesitation. "Well, in order to make a serious impact, we first would have to get together a group of willing participants who are set upon the task, a loyal group ready to dethrone the king. Then we must get the weight of the people's rally on our side, get them pumped to rise up against the monarchy and input a new government system. Then, I imagine, we must start the revolution, rise up against the monarchy. There could be barricades or other lines of defenses, but that all depends on how much gun power we'll have, along with participants."

"Sounds like a strong enough plan to start from," Combeferre murmurs, nodding. "You said 'we' when describing it, though."

"Did I? Sorry, didn't mean to jump to conclusions," Enjolras answers, thinking back on her words and realizing that he is indeed correct. "It is entirely up to you whether you're willing to join me in this fight for equality."

"Enjolras, my friend, I am willing to follow you on this path till the end," Combeferre assures her, grinning. "Down with the monarchy."