Okay, so this is my very first Les Miserables fic. I have read the book and seen the musical multiple times, but I thought I'd mess with the system a bit and go totally AU. Eponine/Enjolras is my favourite pairing ever so I'm putting them together. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not Victor Hugo and I'm not in any way shape or form owner of Les Miserables. This is purely for enjoyment purposes. Don't sue meh!
The snow fell in small flakes over the dark streets of Paris, covering the 'city of romance' in a layer of delicate fine frosting. If one were to wander the streets, alienated from populations, the sheer beauty of the city would be an undeniable sight, however, as the lanterns cat their dim orange flame into the streets of Paris, it was enough guidance for the 'street rats' to roam freely.
Eponine's feet slapped harshly against the cold cobblestones of the city, her breath was raspy and laboured but the smile on her face suggested that it was not in vain. Behind her, a small boy about 10 or 11 years old sprinted after her, his high pitched and carefree laughter hung in the air. Eponine stopped as they reached the mouth of an alleyway behind le Cafe Musain,
"Why'd you stop?" The boy whispered clattering into his sister's side,
"Sush Gavroche," She replied, putting her head around the corner of the alley to watch the last remaining students depart from the cafe. She watched as they laughed and joked making their way down the street, the loud boisterous one she knew to be Felipe Grantaire had began singing rather loudly and his friends, of whom she was unsure, were trying their best to quieten the drunk as they made their way through the streets of Paris.
"Is that Monsieur Marius?" Gavroche asked peering around the corner to get a look of the students. Monsieur Marius, or M. Pontmercy, was a good friend of the Thenadier siblings, having lived at the same establishment earlier on in his youth. He frequently wasted his days day dreaming of the life he could have with a mistress by his side and his nose in a book of law whilst listening to that silly boy Andre Enjolras ramble on about his desires to "become one with his Patria"
"I think so, come Gavroche, we must get back" Eponine smiled, watching as M. Marius descended into the brightly lit main streets of Paris, presumably towards his home above the bookshop. Lately Marius had become a huge diverse attraction of Eponine's day. When she wasn't keeping her little brother out of trouble, or putting food on the table she spent it consumed by the young Baron. Her thoughts and occasionally, when they spoke, she would spend the day strolling around the park with the boy discussing anything and everything. For what it seemed like to Eponine, he was the only one that truly cared about her, for the friends of the ABC stood for, what she presumed ultimately would be a heavenly cause that would more than likely pin them as heroes in the aid of the poor, was just a pretty act to give them something to do aside from their exhausting levels of studying.
"But I want to greet M. Marus 'Ponine" Gavroche wined, not noticing that the older boy had now disappeared from sight. Eponine smiled shaking her head, before pushing her little brother in the direction of their home. It had taken her weeks to persuade her maman and papa to let their brother back to stay with them, apparently it was enough trouble feeding Eponine and her spoilt little sister Azelma that they didn't want another mouth to feed on what little money the Thenadier's had. Gavroche had of course, made the brave move and disregarded his own hunger in favour of a place to sleep next to his sister, who eventually ended up sacrificing her own food to give to the boy.
Eponine had become like a mother to little Gavroche, the 9 year old had been kicked out of their family home when he was 5 after the loss of the families inn. Their twin brothers, a lot younger than Gavroche had been sold to some unfortunate bourgeois who was unable to conceive, however Gavroche was not so lucky and it had taken Eponine a good year to find her brother who had managed to set up somewhat of a live hood begging from the sympathetic folk of Paris. They made their way hand in hand across Paris to the small shack like building in the slums they had in turn began to regard as home. The walls were black with dirt and the cracks just grew bigger every day. They had two rooms, in one room was a elegant double bed reserved for her parents only. There was a small mattress in the corner of their room where Eponine's incompetent sister Azelma slept, leaving a ripped and dirty pillow in front of the hearth for both Eponine and Gavroche to share. Pulling her coat off and over her brother as a blanket, she settled down to sleep, the boy resting his head on her stomach, in order to give her what little luxury a tatty pillow could give.
Ta-da. So the prologue is done. I don't know about you lot but Grantaire and Gavroche don't get enough time and so they're going to be rather prominent in this story...as are a lot of the friends of the ABC. That's if you actually like this of course. I'll continue to update I just can't say that they'll be consistent.
J'adore vous
~Jack's Creativity.
