A/N: And here it is, part 1 (yeah, double update for definite today). Eeeek! Hope you enjoy! :D

And also yes, Azelma does now have a random cockney accent. Tribute to Gavroche. And I'm not familiar with Catholic weddings as I am not one myself, but I've used the Internet and hopefully it's all correct, if not, let me know :) I think I've missed a few details so apologies there.

I presume they would have been Catholic, given the time. I know I said Éponine wasn't religious earlier on but for a Catholic to marry a non-Catholic started getting more complicated than I expected, so yeah.


Prompt: Imagine your OTP on their wedding day.


Éponine's eyes snapped open.

She'd been wanting to stay at the flat, as always, hoping to wake up in Marius' arms on the morning of their wedding. But he'd been irritatingly traditional, and she was sleeping over at Cosette's for the night instead. She'd decided to blame Gillenormand for his upholding of tradition.

Seemingly forgetting this, she rolled over anyway, expecting to be greeted by the warm and sleepy body of her fiancée.

Instead, she felt the floor sharply colliding with her.

Brilliant.

Cosette appeared at the door moments later. "I heard a thud-Éppy? You okay?"

"Mm."

Éponine stood up, rubbing her eyes. "It's weird not having him here, that's all."

"Well, he's going to be with you every other morning, remember."

Éponine smiled as she followed Cosette down to their dining room for breakfast.

They were planning for her to get dressed and have her hair done at Cosette's, who was pretty much an expert, and had hired a proper carriage (courtesy of Monsieur Fauchelevant) to get them there. Already Éponine was feeling slightly comparable to some sort of princess, and was happily making the most of it.

Breakfast was pleasant, Fauchelevant/Valjean (although of course neither knew his actual identity) asking them both how they slept with a friendly smile. Éponine was silently comparing him to her own father, marvelling at how different they were. For a start, if it was Thénardier, she would most definitely not be marrying Marius. He'd have paired her off with Montparnasse, most likely. Secondly, she'd be expected to do and wear whatever he told her to do, and a welcome breakfast was most definitely not on the list.

"Éppy?"

"Hmm?"

"You've been staring at a napkin for five minutes straight now."

"Oh, sorry, just thinking."

"About what?"

Éponine looked up, noticing her father was gone. "About how different your father is to mine. And how the morning would have been, well, the whole situation really, if my father had his way."

"Want to tell me?"

Éponine took a breath. She didn't usually confide in anyone, but sod it, it was her wedding day and worries like this were not going to bother her. "Well, for a start, I'd not be marrying Marius. That'd be the first thing he'd do, likely block me from all contact with him."

"Who would you be marrying?"

"One of his gang. Montparnasse probably. I know it doesn't sound as bad as it may be, but you have no idea what that man is capable of. And has done."

"Is he the tall one in the top hat? What's he done?"

"Yes, that him. And in no detail he's beaten me regularly and forced himself on me several times. So I don't really want to end up with him."

"That's horrible!"

"Well, it's happened, so it'd happen again. I wouldn't have been allowed to wear or have my hair as I wanted, nor would I have been allowed to have you or Azelma there. And I wouldn't have eaten. Plus, there'd be cash for him in it somewhere, which would be why he agreed in the first place."

Cosette gave her a hug. "Well, now that's out in the open, focus on the fact that none of that is happening, nor is it going to. Now, I think a certain somebody has a dress to put on, am I right?"

Éponine grinned at her. "I'll take a bath first, I think. Wash my hair."

"If you want to borrow my bathing suit for decency I can wash it for you, then leave you to have a proper wash."

"Sounds like a plan" Éponine replied, heading upstairs with Cosette on her heels.


Marius, meanwhile, had been awake for hours.

He was nervous. Like, proposal-level nervous, if not more. It wasn't so much he was scared Éponine would have second thoughts, since he knew she wouldn't, but more the fact that they knew not every member of the gang were behind bars. Her father, Clase-something and that disgusting Montparnasse were, but the others weren't, even though they'd not been sighted.

Like Éponine, he'd been pretty lonely waking up by himself. He'd already eaten and done his hair, although wasn't getting dressed until Enjolras came, who had his suit, and was sitting on her side their bed, a hand resting lightly on the slight dent in the mattress she always slept in.

He picked up her pillow, squeezing it to himself. It always smelled like her - Éponine never wore any perfumes, seeing them as another pointless expense, but the soap she used had a slight lavender tint to it, so she had that surrounding her. Burying his nose in it, he tried to get a grip and get something done.

True to his word, Enjolras showed up twenty minutes later, both suits over his arm. "Right then, Pontmercy. Alcohol and medical textbooks hidden, no chance of a drunk or a hypochondriac today, suits here and best of luck to you. Get dressed."

"Good morning to you too" Marius chuckled, heading into his bedroom, nerves somewhat appealed by seeing his friend.


"Azelma should be here soon."

"You've got her dress as well, haven't you?"

"I do, and mine. Who's invited?"

"Not many. You, your father, Francis, the boys - Enjolras, Joly and Grantaire, Azelma, Musichetta, she's Joly's girlfriend, my mother and we invited Marius' grandfather but I doubt he'll come. He doesn't approve of me."

"Wait, your-your mother is going to be there?"

"Yeah. Don't worry though, she's not like she was when you were around any more. She was being overshadowed by my father, but he's in prison now so she doesn't have to be. Trust me, she'll more likely apologise than yell at you."

"Hmm. I'll accept that apology of course, but I can't promise not to be a bit nervous."

"I don't blame you, we were all pretty scary back then. Even Gavroche was probably a terrifying baby."

Cosette smiled as she rinsed Éponine's hair out and tied it out of the water. "Have a wash, hair's done, I've left your undergarments and an old dress of mine to wear whilst we get your hair dried and ready."

"Be there in ten."

As soon as Cosette had gone Éponine took off the bathing suit, rinsed it out and put it next to the bath. She had her usual soap with her, knowing how much Marius liked the scent, and scrubbed herself raw, determined that not a single speck of dirt was going to be there when she'd finished.

After taking a couple of moments to relax and steady her nerves, she stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel, checking nobody was about, and swiftly dashing to her bedroom. True to her word Cosette had left out some undergarments and an old dress - although how it could be considered old when it was still in peak condition was a mystery to her - and slipped them on, heading through to Cosette's bedroom.

Her dress was hanging on the wardrobe, no cover over it, making her smile. Turning towards the bed, she saw two dresses in pale lilac, one shorter than the other. Cosette and Azelma's dresses. Quite simple around the bodice and fell loosely to the ankles around the skirt. Each of the girls would have a small bouquet of flowers, with Éponine holding one too, and Marius would likely be in a new suit rather than his usual.

Cosette gestured for her to sit down, which she did. The towel was placed around her shoulders and her hair unpinned, letting Cosette brush it through as it dried.

"So, your hair is naturally slightly wavy, but I think we should accentuate that" she said, picking up some rollers. "Keep these in for twenty minutes."

Éponine gave her a thumbs-up, not wanting to nod in case something went wrong. Cosette started to roll her hair up, pinning the plastic devices to Éponine's head, and waiting for it to dry.

Azelma turned up not long after. She'd had a wash and brushed her hair as instructed, wearing a cheeky little grin as Cosette opened the door. "Mornin' 'Sette. 'Ponine upstairs? She look'd right nervy last time I saw 'er, shakin' like ne'er before."

Cosette had to try hard to understand the girls accent, but got the general message, smiling. "Follow me" she said, turning around and heading upstairs with an excited Azelma in hot persuit.

"Mornin' 'Ponine!"

"Morning 'Zelma" Éponine replied with a grin as Azelma hugged her fiercely. It was only then did Cosette realise just how similar they were. Same brown, slightly wavy hair and eyes, both slightly too skinny, same eyes, both lightly tanned from their time outside, they just looked so alike.

"So, Ép, hair should be done now" Cosette said, walking over and unrolling it. True to her word her natural wave was accentuated but not too much. "Right then. I say keep it simple, either leave it down or perhaps take two pieces of the front and pin them back.

"How would the second look?"

"Like this" Cosette demonstrated, taking two equal sized pieces of hair and twirling them around before pinning them back, letting the ends fall loosely with the rest of it.

"This one."

Cosette nodded.

'"Well, you know what comes next."

"The dress."


Marius, meanwhile, was fully dressed with Enjolras. The two were eating lunch silently, thinking about the upcoming day. I wonder what she's doing right now, Marius thought to himself. Probably having her hair done. It's odd not having her around. I miss her. But then again, in ten hours time she'll be around for the rest of our lives, so I can hang on a little longer.

"So, what's the plan?" Marius asked Enjolras.

"Grantaire, Joly and Musichetta are going to meet us there. Well, we'll probably get there first but they'll be there."

Marius nodded, a bout of nerves coming over him once more.


Éponine, at this moment, was in her corset and an underskirt. It wasn't too cold, October 2nd, but slightly chilly, so she'd decided to go for another layer. Cosette helped her put it on carefully, fussing over every tiny detail until she was sure everything was completely perfect. Her and Azelma went to get dressed, leaving Éponine alone with her thoughts.

She walked over to the full-length mirror, hardly recognising herself. It wasn't often she could admire her entire look, as her and Marius only had a small hand-mirror. She was pleased at how she looked - well, she was more than pleased - and looked herself up and down. I look...pretty, she thought. I actually look pretty.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of her bridesmaids. "You both look stunning" she said with a grin, giving both girls a hug. "I'm so nervous, excited, but nervous."

"Hey, don't be. Nothing can go wrong, the gang don't know where you are and wouldn't recognise you anyway, there's no chance Marius will have second thoughts, you look beautiful. There's nothing to worry over."

Éponine nodded. Cosette helped her secure her veil, and they headed downstairs to where the carriage awaited them.


Marius and the boys (plus Musichetta) were at the church already, waiting. All the other guests were seated, and they were waiting for Éponine.

Marius was sat next to Enjolras at the front, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, wringing his hands. "She'll definitely be here, won't she?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself, in a couple of minutes?"

Marius wasn't sure what he meant at first until he heard everybody standing up. Éponine was there. Everything was fine.

He knew he wasn't supposed to look until she was next to him, and stared straight ahead until he heard the rustle of fabric, turning to his left.

The sight he saw made his mouth drop open.

He'd never seen Éponine look so beautiful or so happy. She was practically glowing, grinning slightly shyly up at him. "You look absolutely stunning" Marius said to her, getting an even wider grin as the priest cleared his throat.

"If I may ask a couple of questions first?"

"Of course."

"Have you both come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Will you love and honour each other as husband and wife for the rest of your lives?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Will you accept children lovingly from God, and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Then we shall proceed. Join hands, please."

Both turned so they were facing eachother, joining hands as asked, smiling at eachother. He readings had been completed, all that was left was the vows.

"Monsieur?"

"I, Marius Pontmercy, take you, Éponine Thénardier, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life."

Éponine was fighting back the tears she knew were coming as the priest asked her to say her vows.

"I, Éponine Thénardier, take you, Marius Pontmercy, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life."

"The rings, please."

Joly stepped forwards with the two gold bands, presenting them on a cushion for the couple to take individually. Marius took hold of Éponine's left hand and placed the ring right on the tip of her finger as he spoke.

"Éponine Thénardier, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

He slipped the ring down to the base of her ring finger. She couldn't hold back any longer as a single happy tear slipped down her cheek, as she took the remaining ring and placed it at the top of his finger,

"Marius Pontmercy, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Spirit."

The rings were securely on, and Marius had lost his battle with his own tears.

"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Marius picked the veil up and out of her face, stroking her hair as he placed it. Both of them leaned in at the same time, lips meeting in the middle as they took their first kiss as a married couple. Clapping could be heard from the guests as they gently drew apart, noses and foreheads touching as they both grinned at eachother.

Éponine took Marius' arm as they walked back down the aisle. No words could even begin to describe the pure euphoria they felt, eyes not leaving their spouse and grins not leaving their faces.

Before the guests came out, Marius had time to give Éponine a much deeper and more passionate kiss than before. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, his tangling in her own and his other hand at the base of her spine, drawing her impossibly closer.

It was only the sound of Cosette clearing her throat that drew them apart, the former smiling wickedly. "Don't worry, only one who saw. But come on, we've got some celebrating to do that doesn't involve you being joined at the mouth for the rest of the evening" she said, as the rest of the guests came out of the church and into the hall where the celebrations would take place.

The pair waited until everyone had gone through before sharing another kiss and a tight hug, clutching at each other tightly. "Éponine Pontmercy, you look absolutely, stunningly, gorgeously beautiful and I couldn't be happier knowing I now have you as my wife."

"I couldn't ask for a better day, event or husband, Marius. You look handsomely stunning and I love you to pieces. But lets not get too soppy just yet. That can wait until tonight" she said with a cheeky wink, taking his hand as they walked through to the hall.

A/N: Hopefully that was aright! To be continued in their reception, which will be up today :)