Notes and warnings:

(read it, darling)

Hi everyone :D First of all I'd like to start thanking everyone who took interest in this fanfiction. It really means a lot to me 3 I'll also ask you to please read the notes because they are really important, ok?

1 - I decided to make this fanfic because, just like so many people out there I feel very inspired by Victor Hugo's work and touched by his characters. It's a College AU, set on Modern era and it is Les amis centric (although some other Les Miserables characters will have appear in different levels of importance). Alhough I ranted it as "T" there might be some hotter moments in the further chapters, but don't worry, I'll warn you when the time comes.

2 - I included two Original characters in the story, giving Feuilly a sister and Grantaire a childhood best friend. (Just because I think there are not enough revolutionary girls in media)

3 - It won't be a completely linear story. That means there might be a some time gap betweeing the chapters. To make it easier for you, wonderful readers, to understand I'll be warning the time and day in which the narration is set in the beginning of each chapter.

4 - I'd like to like to specially thank Lucy MK ( She is awesome and so is her fanfiction btw. Go love her) for being such a wonderful friend and beta reading this fanfic (since I'm not a native english speaker she has been really helpful).

5- It's been a while since I last wrote something ( I really missed writting by the way). So I'm completely unsure of how this fanfic will turn out, critics, suggestions and prompts are more than welcome! It's very important to me to know what you guys are thinking, don't be shy and review *3* Feedback is really important ( besides, you will have my eternal love)

That would be all sweethearts, I really hope you read and like it 3 Love ya already xx ( Seriously, review. I will give you pie)

Prologue

September 5; Thursday; 13:35 pm

There is not a living soul in all Europe that had never heard of the French capital. Not a single human could genuinely state that he or she had never dreamt to be bathed in its lights or graced by its art. To see it's majestic architecture, to bask in its greatness. Not a person in this Earth is truly immune to Paris' magic. Back in the 19th century, Michelet dared to say, "Paris is the locomotive of the world''. Now, more than two hundred years later we can see the author had not gone very far from the truth.

However, just like every other city in the world, the true Parisian charm, what really gave life to its streets, wasn't its magnificent monuments, or the famous fashion industry, not even its ravishing beauty. No. What made Paris great, in the city's very essence, was the Parisian citizen. And as it is world widely known, a particular trait of every true Parisian is… they truly love good coffee.

It is in a specific coffee shop in that our story starts. The café Musian wasn't exactly small, but could never be described as a big place. Not specially cheap or expensive. Its decoration was quite picturesque but nothing that would catch your eye. The service was great, that's for sure, but not even close to the best of Paris. We would judge the Café Musian as nothing but ordinary, just one more in thousands and thousands of Parisian coffee shops… if it were not for one peculiarity. By some arrangement of fate, that modest little coffee place was located just a few miles away from the city's University. Therefore, we can say that its students almost exclusively frequented it. And what does it changes? Everything. While some of Paris' famous shops were filled by the best chief's, the more expensive prices, the more refined clients, the prettiest decoration that France could offer, the Café Musian was filled with youth. You might ask, "What does it mean?'' It means that this particular coffee shop was filled with laughter, with loud words, with seduction games, with poker nights, with passion, with emotionally motivated fights, with tears – of joy or terror –, with one-day-lasting world endings, with dance, with drunkenness, with joy, with playful conversations (and some serious ones, from time to time), with love, with friendship, with ideas, with light. But most of all, it means the Café Musian was filled with dreams.

"It should be a new rule! From now on it's mandatory to bring a beautiful girl as guest in every meeting" Courfeyrac exclaimed. Smirking at the blonde blushing girl sitting by Grantaire's side, causing all the others to roll their eyes.

"Fuck off, she is not for you.'" Grantaire answered, being a bit overprotective of his childhood friend whom he had just recently reunited with.

"Don't mind him, that's just how Courfeyrac says it's nice to meet you'' Combeferre had a warm smile printed on his face, which effectively calmed her. Charlotte was really nervous about finally getting to know all those friends that R was always talking about. She has been looking forward to it since she was back to France. It was truly great to see how they were all being receptive with her.

"Yeah, ignore him and if it comes too hard just tell him to go die in hole… unless he is drunk, because then there is a chance he might actually try to do that'' Said one of the other girls in the room. She had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. Charlotte remembered having seen her at the bar the other night when she went out with Grantaire but she couldn't recall her name. Ugh, I'm never getting that drunk again.

''Okay, that's not fair, 'Celine, I only did it once'' A new set of laughter was installed on around the table. Charlotte mentally thanked Courfeyrac for mentioning her name. She was almost sure Grantaire had said that her brother was also in their group of friends.

"I'm sure you will love France, Charlotte'' the long haired boy, that R introduced her as Jehan, shyly smiled.

"Oh, thank you… I have lived here before, though. Uh- it's kinda complicated… my mom is from Denmark but my dad is French so I lived here my whole childhood. That's how I met 'Taire'' Jehan's smile widened, as she was new to the group he was too shy to point it out but he found "Taire'' the cutest nickname ever and surprisingly suitable for Grantaire

"Yup, we were high school sweethearts'' R forced a smile, and playfully bated his eyes, provoking some more laughter of those around, though she could hear a feminine voice shrugging ''Then the gay-ness came, we broke up and here we are''

''Dude, I can see you doing many weird stuff, but definitely having a cute girlfriend in high school is not one of those'' a bald boy, to whom Charlie hadn't being introduced yet, laughed.

"How's Denmark, Charlotte?" I heard it's a wonderful place. The culture is very different isn't it?" a green-eyed boy asked looking really excited. She assumed that he was Céline's brother Taire had talked about, since they looked very much alike. Charlotte however was never given time to think of an answer to that question

''Pft, get off the girl, guys you look like a bunch of vultures that just found fresh meat'' Another girl said rolling her eyes. This one Charlie had not forgotten. Éponine. Although there was some bitterness in the girl's words, Charlie was relieved, that much of attention was making her a bit uncomfortable.

"Ponine is right. It's great to meet you, Charlotte but guys, the idea of making weekly meetings here is for us to discuss more serious topics." A blonde guy started to talk, his voice echoing through the whole table. Charlie didn't even have to ask Taire. She immediately knew who he was. The perfect golden curls, the sparkly blue eyes, the angelic face and mostly… the aura around him making him stand out in a crowd. It was Enjolras. Apollo. R' had talked a lot about all his friends but about him… God, Grantaire just wouldn't shut up. And Charlotte could see why.

The young people sitting on that table that afternoon were known as Les Amis de l'ABC. A political association essentially destined to promote social justice and equality. One in the many other groups of friends to have the Café Musian as a constant scenario of their daily lives. Originally formed by the 9 boys – Enjolras, Combeferre, Jean, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Bossuet, Joly and Grantaire – the currently growing group has become more than it was ever planned to be. They were a family. A family which, although she didn't know yet, Charlotte was just about to become a part of. Those young women and men, entirely different, were united now not only by their ideals and the hope that they all hold in the future but also by the love they hold for each other.