I'm finally back! So sorry I've been ages, things just got a bit crazy for a while... should be calming down now though, hopefully! Really sorry!

Thanks to Yuthika for not hating me even when I'm being a shit, Mary for staying lovely and talking to me this whole time, and Elle for being lovely saying nice things. Don't know what I'd do without you guys... certainly not write any fanfiction worth uploading!

This one mostly just clears a few things up, more stuff actually happens next chapter. Promise it'll be less than a month!

Disclaimer: All rights to Adele Dazeem


Musichetta glanced repeatedly at the door hiding Enjolras and Éponine as she took orders for the next few minutes. She was worried, excited, nervous – and ok, downright curious – about what the hell the two of them were doing behind it.

She could hardly believe it. Enjolras and Éponine. She'd been joking about it for months, but she never actually thought… wow.

ENJOLRAS. And a GIRL!

Admittedly, no ordinary girl; she'd known for a while now that Jondrette (she'd always be Jondrette to Musichetta, no matter what her real name was) was a force of nature, and was pretty much waiting for her to start seeing one of the guys from the start… but ENJOLRAS?!

She supposed it made sense. Only those two would be bloody stubborn enough for each other.

"Sorry… did you get that? No cheese?" The extremely thin young girl whose order she was supposed to be taking sounded more than a little concerned.
"No cheese… got it. Sorry. That won't be long for you!" Maledizione Musichetta, get it together…

It had been a good five minutes now… that was enough time to leave it, right?

Scopare questa… she strode over to the door and burst through, grinning widely as she registered what was happening: Enjolras and Éponine were pressed closely against each other, kissing each other like they might never get another chance.

I KNEW IT!


Enjolras was flying. He felt like a blind man suddenly able to see; his eyes and his mouth and his heart were open and everything was Éponine. He was so happy he thought his chest would burst and then suddenly –

"LO SAPEVO! Hai insieme, voi splendidi piccoli idioti! Questo è il giorno migliore –"
Éponine – who had jumped away when the door opened – laughed and cut the jabbering redhead off. "Chetta! French!"
"Sorry, I'm too excited! This is the best news, I can't believe it, I can't wait to tell everyone –" Enjolras' stomach dropped with panic.
Apparently, so did Éponine's, as they both immediately spoke up, bursting out at the same time "whooaaaa, whoa, whoa!" His eyes met hers and they laughed, before Éponine continued "can we maybe keep this to ourselves for now, Chetta? It JUST happened, and you know what that lot are like…"
"We just need some time to get used to it ourselves first. Before anyone else gets involved" Enjolras continued. "Is that ok?"
Musichetta raised a high, arched eyebrow at them, before folding her arms and sniffing haughtily. After what seemed an eternity, she grinned and said "course it's ok, you big idiots." As the pair breathed a sigh of relief, she laughed "you should have seen your faces!"
"You suck" laughed Éponine. Enjolras watched with a fond smile as she walked forward and enveloped the redhead in a tight hug.


Enjolras stayed at the café all day, like he used to when she first started working there. It was crazy how much had changed, she thought as she worked, sneaking glances and smiles at the handsome student at the table in the corner. Laughing under her breath, she pictured her reaction if someone had told her then that she'd be friends with the serious, big-talking revolutionary who wouldn't look her in the eye; let alone that she'd live with him, even fall in –

Anyway. It was funny.

"Look at you, Jondrette. Don't think I don't see you sneaking glances at him like a schoolgirl."
"Shut up" she laughed. She and Musichetta were in the kitchen, working on cakes for the café.
"It's true!"
"I guess it is" Éponine admitted.
A few minutes went by in silence, until Musichetta finally put down her spoon and stopped mixing, looking directly at her.
"What?"
"I wasn't going to say anything, but –"
"Well I'm shocked that didn't last"
"Are you ok about all this? Enjolras? Your sister? It's… it's a lot, in such a small space of time."
Éponine put her icing bag down and considered for a while. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, it is a lot, you're right about that. I… It sounds stupid, right, but… I don't know how I feel, or how I'm supposed to feel. It's all so mixed up; I'm obviously not over what happened with Azelma and probably won't ever be, really; I'm still furious at Montparnasse and my father, and terrified that they'll come looking for Azelma, or Gav, or me –"
"We wouldn't let them hurt you, Ép"
"I know you'd all do your best, but they're good at hurting people… it's not even just that, I mean I'm so, so happy about Enj and me, but I'm not… good at all this, you know? What if it doesn't work out and everything changes and we're back to square one and everything sucks again? What if I fuck everything up? Also, don't even get me started on the whole revolution thing - and then there's Grantaire."
"Shit, I forgot about him."
"This will KILL him. He's my best friend and he told me how he felt about Enjolras months ago… he's already barely holding on to everything with the drinking, this could push him over the edge and it'll be all my fault!" She broke off to run her hands over her face and into her hair in exasperation. "What do I do, Chetta? I can't do this to him!"
"Oh, Éponine" Musichetta crossed the room to pull her into a hug. "You've just got to take it one day at a time, ok? You don't have to deal with all of it at once."
"But I do! I've got a funeral to plan and Pa could turn up any second, with or without Montparnasse… And I can't leave it too long with R; the longer I leave it the more it'll hurt him. And Enj –"
"Enjolras has it bad for you, hon. He's not going anywhere, and nothing is going to be ruined, ok? Revolution or no revolution, you two'll be fine, whether it's as friends, or more than that. And it'll be more than that, I'd bet my last cent."
"I… I suppose you're right."
"Course I am. And as for Grantaire, you'll just have to talk to him when you're ready. You said yourself, he's your best friend, and he wants you to be happy."
"Not with the love of his life"
"Well… not ideally, for him. But he'll come around."
"Will he?" Éponine raised a sceptical eyebrow.
"Sure he will." Chetta replied cheerily, with almost enough conviction to convince Éponine. "Anyway, nobody knows except me yet, so you can leave that one for a while, right?"
"I suppose"
"That was a rhetorical question, I'm definitely right. One step at a time, ok? Step one: ice that cake. Step two: tonight's meeting. You can figure everything else out after."

Éponine sighed and half-laughed. "What would I do without you, Chetta?"
"Alternate between making reckless, impulsive decisions and over-thinking things to the nth degree so that even you can't see what's really going on."
She laughed. "Touché" she said before picking up her icing bag to carry on. Step one.


Thénardier woke up groggily, unsure of where he was or how he got there. The fuck is goin' on? His head was thumping and a bleary-eyed look around told him he was in a bathroom, but not one he recognised. Hauling himself unsteadily to his feet with the help of a stall door, he staggered to the door and out into – oh, I'm in the Prancing Pony…. why am I here?

And then he remembered. Azelma. Rubbing his hands over his face and head, he motioned to the bartender to pour him another drink. Hair o' the dog before I go an' get her.

He was halfway through his pint when he saw the clock on the wall and realised it was barely midday. That's not right… 'Ow long 'ave I bin in 'ere?
"Oi, Gerry!" he rasped at the barman.
"Yeah?"
"'Ow long 'ave I bin in 'ere?"
The barman checked the time then replied "Just under a day."
SHIT he thought to himself, downing his pint and staggering out to the door. Bob's gonna kill me for bein' this long...


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