"Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." 1 Corinthians 13:6-7
Heads up: I don't really ship Enjonine! I dared my friend to write a Bertram/Jessie fanfiction (Yes that's gross I know) but for her to do it, I had to write an Enjolnine fanfiction, so here it is.
"Get out of my house!"
"Papa—"
Enjolras stopped at the door of the run-down inn as he heard the unmistakable sound of skin making harsh contact with skin. Stepping into the inn, he saw a 17-year-old brunette girl on the floor, pressing her hand to her face. Before he could do anything to stop it, the man again raised his hand and brought it down across her frail face.
"No!"
Enjolras didn't realize the word had come from his mouth, he hadn't meant for it to, but it had. He hardly noticed when everyone in the room turned to look at him. Rushing over to the girl, he knelt down, cupping her face in his hands. "Mademoiselle?"
The young girl looked up at him, her expression confused. "You would like a room, Monsieur?"
Enjolras shook his head, his brow creasing as he grew more worried. "No, Mademoiselle, I was going to check on you. Are you alright?"
Eponine grinned, looking into his bright blue eyes. "I'm quite well, monsieur."
Enjolras slipped one arm under her back and one beneath her knees and, in one swift motion, scooped her up.
Eponine heard her father mutter the phrase "Good riddance" as she was carried by Enjolras out the door. She didn't know who this boy was, nor did she know where he was taking her. But somehow she knew she was safe with him. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his chest as he carried her quickly down the street. She managed to whisper a quiet "Thank you" before drifting into unconsciousness.