AN: So I decided to continue this with a post-barricade one-shot I guess you could say. I don't own Les Misérables. Enjoy.
Marius Pontmercy was the sole survivor of the 1832 uprising. The guilt sat with him everyday, but especially the guilt of knowing that he failed Enjolras. He had ended up marrying Cosette and on their wedding night her father, the man who had saved his life, passed away. He consoled Cosette through the night, holding her close and stroking her hair, whispering sweet nothings until she fell asleep.
He still loved Cosette, but at the same time he couldn't deny his feelings for Enjolras. He missed the blond every second of his life. He thought he always saw flashes of red in the darkness of his room, but he would always brush it off as him being paranoid. It wasn't until he saw figure that looked strangely like Éponine hovering in the corner of his room that he believed in ghosts.
He never told Cosette what he saw, he knew she would just brush it off. But he knew that she saw something too. After seeing Éponine that one day, Enjolras made himself more visible. Marius was never fazed. In fact when he saw Enjolras he felt strangely warm inside.
Enjolras never did anything to disrupt Marius, he just simply hovered in the background and watched the man he loved live his life. When Cosette have birth to their first child, Marius could feel Enjolras' presence in the room, and he knew Cosette could as well. Cosette had given birth to a healthy boy, with blond hair and blue eyes, and in the end he was christened Jean Enjolras Pontmercy. Marius absolutely adored his son and Cosette did as well.
When Jean was two, the Pontmercy family was blessed with another child. A girl which they named Éponine Fantine Pontmercy. Éponine had brown hair, blue eyes, and adorable dimples. Marius loved her as well, but he felt more attached to Jean.
As Jean grew older, Marius saw more of Enjolras, both in his son and around his home. Jean had taken to reading whatever he could find, which tended to be Marius' old law books. His blond hair had grown in as curls and his blue eyes were always filled with curiosity and determination. When his son was four, Marius had begun calling him Enjolras. The boy never seemed to mind.
Marius told his children all sorts of stories about the revolution. Jean seemed to especially like the character Enjolras. Jean would often tell Marius how he wanted to be like Enjolras when he grew up, and when he was told that the first time Marius actually wept that night in what had seemed like years. Marius could help but love his son all the more.
Years passed and soon enough Jean was off to study law at the university. Marius couldn't have been prouder. Éponine had met a young boy who was instantly smitten with her. With Marius' blessing, he soon began courting her. When Jean had finished school, he met a nice young woman and began to court her.
When Éponine got married it was hard to let her go, but letting Jean go was just as hard. Marius didn't want Jean to leave. He didn't want the closest person he had to Enjolras to leave him. When Jean left home and bought a house with his wife, Marius found himself weeping once more.
A few more years passed and Marius had grown older. His bones would ache and he was constantly tired. He spent most of his days watching his grandchildren play with Cosette sitting beside him. Even with grey hair she was still beautiful.
One day in late November, Marius took ill. All of his grandchildren took turns caring for him, but he could feel himself slipping away. On an early morning in December, Marius knew his last day was upon him. His family was gathered around him and Enjolras was hovering in the corner. Waiting. Waiting for him.
Marius looked at his family and smiled. Jean was supporting Cosette, who was crying silently. Marius wanted to wipe her tears and tell her not to worry. He was going to a better place. Where her father was, her mother, his friends, and most importantly where Enjolras was.
As he felt his last minutes approaching, he kissed each of his grandchildren goodbye, the eldest boy even had the decency to not wipe the kiss away. He kissed Cosette one final time and held on Jean and Éponine's hands as he went. He closed his eyes and let out a final breath.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt younger. He looked down and saw that his wrinkles had disappeared. He was young again. His hair was no longer gray and his bones no longer creaked. The first thing he saw after he had passed was Enjolras standing in front if him. The blond smiled and wrapped his arms around Marius.
Marius returned the hug and buried his face into Enjolras' shoulder. He pulled away and turned to see his lifeless body, his family weeping over him. His heart broke, but he knew that he would see them again one day. He turned back towards Enjolras and brought him closer.
He heard Enjolras' breath hitch in his throat and Marius smiled. He leaned closer until their lips were touching. He felt a warmth rush through him and he pulled Enjolras even closer. When they broke apart Marius was grinning like an idiot.
He grabbed Enjolras' hand and the two left Marius' family behind. He would miss them terribly, but the emptiness he had felt was replaced with a warm feeling as he held Enjolras' hand. He had spent a life with Cosette, but he was excited to spend a lifetime with Enjolras.
AN: And there's a sorta happy ending. I hope you guys liked this, review if you did. I very much enjoyed writing the fluff at the end. At least both men get a happy ending. Anyways, let me know if I should do more stuff like this in the future, or if I should maybe make a full blow story with these two. Till next time-Phantom