A/N: Oh my God it's their wedding scene tomorrow...I'm really scared to write it in case I don't write it well XD Oh well, my writing fears aside, hope you enjoy this one :) Prompts always welcomed!


Prompt: (Thank you I Am Your Singer 2006) Imagine Éponine getting fitted for her wedding dress.


"Wake up, 'Ponine."

"No."

Marius chuckled to himself as he shook her shoulder. "Have you forgotten what today is?"

"Apparently."

"You're getting your dress fitted."

That got her up.

Éponine bolted upright so quickly she found herself face-first in Marius' chest, knocking him over and falling on top of him. "Hello there" he teased, kissing the end of her nose, making her smile.

"Hello to you too."

He pulled her in for a good-morning kiss, stroking her back through the fabric of her nightgown. She kissed him back until the broke apart, before rolling off of him and on to the floor.

"Why did I agree to get it done so early?"

"I hardly think half past ten is early."

"It's half past ten?"

"Yep."

Éponine got up, Marius getting up with her. "I'm teasing you, it's just gone nine. Now get back to bed, I'll bring you through some breakfast" he said, kissing her forehead.

"I thought it was meant to be women in the kitchen?"

"So people say, but I have a strong disliking of stereotypes. Plus, any man who tried to force you into cooking for him would likely have his dinner spiked."

"True."

Marius gave her another smile as she sank back into her pillow. Marius was the only person she'd let take care of her like this - if anybody else tried she'd have hit them with a saucepan. Yet she found she rather liked being able to depend on somebody else rather than herself every once in a while. Plus she couldn't cook to save her life, so it was probably for the best anyway.

True to his word, Marius returned with a tray of toast, bacon and egg, a book tucked under his arm for him to read. He settled himself next to her as she practically inhaled everything. Every morning she appeared to be more ravenous than the night before - how she'd gotten by on the streets he still didn't know.

Nevertheless they ate and read in silence. Éponine placed the tray at the foot of the bed when she was finished, and shuffled up closer to him. "What ya reading?"

"Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen."

"What's it about?"

"I haven't the faintest clue, I only started it this morning."

"Oh, fair enough. I guess I need to get dressed then."

Marius gave her a quick kiss before she got out of bed. She was looking forwards to seeing Cosette again - it still felt odd that they were getting along after the previous events - and padded over to the wardrobe.

"Red or dark blue?"

"Red, brings out your eyes."

Éponine nodded, picking out the dress and her corset, heading through to the bathroom to get changed.

Cosette turned up at around ten. Azelma had been planning to come, but she'd decided not to in the end, explaining to Éponine that she wanted to wait until the big day to see it.

Marius had business in town and agreed to drop them off in a cart. He sat in the middle in order to guide the horses, Éponine slipping her arm through his as the three of them talked away the journey.

"Cosette, could you keep the dress at your home? I don't want it to get ruined."

"Sure, if you'd like."

Éponine smiled at her as the cart drew to a stop. "I'll see you in a bit" Marius said, quickly giving Cosette a kiss on the cheek and Éponine one on the lips as they got out of the cart, giggling like teenagers.

"Good morning, girls. Is one of you Éponine?"

"That's me, what should I call you?"

"My name is Martha. So, getting married?" Martha asked, receiving a nod and a grin in response.

She was a small and slightly chubby woman in her mid-thirties, with a cheerful face and personality to match. It was clear she was not from France by her accent. Éponine guessed she was from England.

"And who is this?"

"Cosette, one of my bridesmaids."

"You want me to be your bridesmaid?"

"I do."

Cosette smiled, squeezing Éponine's hand.

"So then, Éponine, what were you looking for?"

"Something simple, not too expensive but nice."

Martha nodded, whisking the two of them through to a curtained off room. She took Éponine's measurements and disappeared for a bit. Cosette sat next to her. "Thanks."

"What for?"

"For letting me be one of your bridesmaids."

Éponine smiled. "Any time, 'Sette."

Cosette smiled back at her.

Whilst they were waiting for Martha to return, Éponine began to think about her new-found friendship. She'd never had a female friend before, outside of Azelma, and it was a fairly surreal experience. She hadn't expected to have one, especially not a pretty, powdery upper-class one. But she was glad for it all the time.

Martha soon returned with three candidate dresses, all in white. "If you need help, just call" she said, beckoning to Cosette to follow her out and pulling the curtain across.

The first one was a little more elaborate than she'd hoped, but still lovely. A decorative bodice, with a full and puffed-out skirt. She slipped it on, taking her time, and having a look in the mirror.

Whilst she wasn't too keen on it, she decided to get a second opinion anyway. So she walked through the curtain to the eagerly awaiting eyes of her two companions.

Before Martha could even open her mouth, Cosette shook her head. "Beautiful, but not for you. Where you're naturally thin, the skirt accentuates that for all the wrong reasons."

Martha looked at her. "Not that I'm complaining since I agree, but where did you learn to assess so quickly?"

"I go dress shopping fairly frequently" Cosette shrugged. "Try the second" she said to Éponine, who nodded.

It didn't take long before Éponine had the second one on. The skirt was much less voluminous and the top clinged a little more to her corset, accentuating her waist.

She drew back the curtain and stepped out.

Cosette looked her up and down again. "Better, but not quite. Again, the dress is stunning, but I think it's too thin around the legs. I reckon the best option would be for a skirt that puffs a little more but nowhere near as much as the other."

Martha just nodded her agreement, surprised at how accurate Cosette was.

Éponine returned to the room to try on the third.

The bodice again was plain and simple, a small embroidered design around the collar and sleeves, which were just long enough to cover her remaining scars. The dress had a slight flare to the bottom it, but not over the top, just enough to stop it looking clingy. The train wasn't over the top, perhaps a metre and a half long.

She stepped out, and both Cosette and Martha immediately smiled. "Perfect" was all they said, and Éponine grinned widely.

"How much?"

"Sixty francs. Although it suits you better than anyone else who's tried it on, so lets go for fifty."

"Taken."

Éponine only just got dressed in her normal clothes in time, Marius pulling up outside. The dress was concealed in a black zip-up case, which Cosette was now holding.

"Is that him?"

Éponine nodded.

"Get him in. I want to see the two of you together."

Before Éponine could protest, Martha had already beckoned Marius in.

"All done?"

Éponine smiled up at him. "Yep" she said, reaching up to give him a kiss. "Brilliant" was his reply, as they turned to Martha and Cosette, Marius' arm finding her waist as usual.

They bid Martha a goodbye, and headed back. Cosette gave both of them a kiss on the cheek when they dropped her at 55 Rue Plumet, where she disappeared inside with the dress. Marius returned the cart and they walked the rest of the distance.

"So. Pleased?"

"I've never been happier, honestly."

"Good" Marius replied. "I can't wait to see it."

"I think you'll like it."

"If you're wearing it, I definitely will."

"Stop being so cheesy, mister."

Marius simply leaned down to kiss her again, before they returned to their flat for a nice evening of food, books and a lot more planning.