Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables
Hello! This is my first Les Miserables fic, though I have been in the fandom for a while, even before the movie came out. I absolutely love Enjonine, though I also ship Enjolras and Grantaire and Eponine and Courfeyrac ect. I ship everything under the sun, but this particular piece is Enjonine. I always loved the idea of Enjolras with a daughter, so I decided to finally write something on it! Just to make it clear I do not have a beta, though I'd like to, so I'm so sorry for any errors in this. I hope you enjoy! ^.^
Gabriel Enjolras, mostly known as Enjolras, had the life of a typical twenty-six year old man. He had recently graduated college and lived in an apartment along with his closest friends. They were known as the Amis, a group of men who worked together for one goal: a better France. The men were actually quite wealthy, all of them coming from rich families who barely speak to them anymore. However, unlike most wealthy men in the twenty-first century, they worked to help the people below them. The kind of people who had to work three jobs a day just to afford food and a roof above their heads. Enjolras happened to be the most passionate about their organization. However, not many people knew the reason why. If they were told the real reason, they wouldn't believe it at first. No one would ever believe that a man made of marble could've been in love.
When Enjolras was in high school, he had a best friend named Eponine Thenardier. She was the one person he could tell anything. She was the one who cracked the marble. In fact, when they finally admitted they were dating, the only reactions they got were confused ones. Everyone had already thought they were dating long before senior year.
You see, Eponine came from a very poor family. Her parents were con artists who treated their own kids like scum. She had two younger siblings, Azelma and Gavroche. Azelma was seventeen, one year younger than Eponine, and Gavroche was only seven*. Eponine worked two jobs in order to put food on the table for her siblings. Enjolras and the rest of the Amis would often offer to help her, but she would refuse every time.
She was the reason Enjolras fought so hard for his cause.
They were in love, though they never admitted it except to each other, never their friends. No, both of their pride was too strong for that. But even then, their friends knew how much they loved each other. They could see it in their eyes. The two headstrong teenagers were the only ones to see each other's vulnerable sides. They told each other their deepest, darkest secrets.
No one was surprised when Enjolras proposed during their graduation.
Nor were they surprised when Eponine said yes and jumped into his arms.
However, a month after the proposal, Eponine had begun getting more and more distant. She hardly spoke and would constantly look nervous. Naturally, Enjolras was worried. When he asked her questions, she would simply shake her head or brush him off, refusing to answer anything.
She was gone in a month, no explanation left besides a note saying how much she loved everyone, Enjolras especially.
Enjolras and the Amis were devastated and spent almost a year searching for her. They couldn't even ask her family. Her parents didn't care, Gavroche was in hysterics, and Azelma was gone as well. It seemed like the two sisters had completely dropped off the face of the earth. By the end of their first year in college, they had all given up.
Everything, and everyone, changed after that. Especially Enjolras.
He seemed to have given up on love in general. He never batted an eye around the prettiest girl. He focused all his time on his organization. The marble was built up again, harder than ever. Maybe he never realized it, but in his heart, one thing was clear. He would never love anyone but Eponine.
It was almost midnight and Enjolras was still wide-awake, crouched over his desk in concentration. He was making plans for their next rally in hopes to get more people involved. Suddenly, a soft knocking at his apartment door interrupted his silence. He swore quietly, huffing as he stood and trudged to the door, wondering who in the name of France would be up at this hour, besides himself of course. He threw his door open quickly but, to his confusion, he saw no one in front of him. He swore again and was about to slam the door shut when he heard a small cough. He looked down and almost jumped in shock. There, standing in the middle of the hallway was a small child with curly gold hair and big brown eyes that looked so familiar it was almost painful. She was carrying a small, red suitcase.
"Hello, you're Gabriel Enjolras, right?" She asked with a soft but high voice.
Enjolras nodded wordlessly, still wondering why there was a small girl at his door.
She stepped forward, still not looking at him, "I-t's nice to finally meet you…" She finally picked up her head and looked at him shyly, "My name's Vivienne, I'm your daughter."
*I know Gavroche is supposed to be older but I want him to be a little younger
I know it's not that long, sorry! I loved writing it though, and I hope to get the next chapter up as soon as possible! Please review so I know whether or not it's okay! I hope you liked it!
XXXX Sam