Enjolras is the leader of the Les Amis. Yet, he feels inexperienced and foolish not knowing the cause through and through. He wants to learn more about the poor in order to help them. Eponine, an enchanting street thief thrusted into poverty, will show him more than he ever knew. When they fall in love, will their worlds allow them to be together? Enjolras/Eponine

They had never gotten along. Not freshman year, when they lived in the same dorm. Not sophomore year, when he chose to live with, among others, her crush in an on-campus apartment. Not junior year, when they both studied abroad in Paris. And not even senior year, as things drew to a close. E/É graduation one-shot (with just a touch of Grantaire x Jehan)

Of course, only jealousy could fall in love with pride. E/E. Modern AU.

"Promise not to do anything stupid like start falling in love with me," she laughs, lolling her head to the side to rest her cheek on the cool hardwood. His eyes roam over the expanse of her exposed neck. "So don't go and get all attached, got it?" [Modern AU]

Before this, he had only held her hand four times. Re-edited and slightly different version than the one previously posted. Modern AU.

Eponine never thought she would waver in her obsessive love for Marius Pontmercy. Enjolras never thought any woman besides "Patria" would catch his eye.

How does one move beyond death, destruction, and unrequited love? After the fall of the barricades in June 1832, Enjolras and Éponine find themselves having to answer that very question in a still revolutionary, chaotic world. E/É, AU, Show/Movie-based.

Enjolras just wanted to keep Eponine of the streets, that was all he wanted, but not all that he got. ExE oneshot now extended to a threeshot set in the lead up to the revolution.

On her way to deliver a letter to Cosette, Eponine runs into a friend who offers her a chance at the affection she's always dreamed of receiving.

Enjolras has a mark on his neck and Courfeyrac would very much like to know why. weird (and I do mean weird) short (and I DO mean short) oneshot with little bits of jehan/courf and enj/ep.

Montparnasse discovers a secret as he hides from the light and unwanted eyes.

In which the unbreakable girl and the marble statue fall into something that is not quite love but as close as either of them ever hoped to come. (Obviously) slightly AU.

"They were a strange couple, the boy and girl who moved in next door." Enjolras and Éponine make it through the revolution, and now they have to live with the consequences and each other. She wonders how he survived the war, while he wonders how to survive her cooking. He's angry because his destiny's been changed, and she's angry because he doesn't know how to be anymore.

their relationship has no definite name but they each know what they feel - and what they're capable of feeling. Modern AU. Oneshot.

"'We shall hold fast for as long as there is breath. We shall endure for as long as there is hope,' he promises in a voice fairer than gold and brighter than glory. 'Damn,' she sighs, 'there goes my weekend.'" The revolution lasts longer than expected, and Enjolras and Éponine go a little stir-crazy at the barricade.

Eponine is hopelessly in love with Marius, but Enjolras begins to see in her something that Marius never did, beneath the rags and suffering. His stone heart softens for her, because she is what his revolution is all about.

Éponine sings, and Enjolras wonders. [Modern AU. Oneshot.]

As she hurries off, she throws a flippant smile and goodbye over her shoulder. "Eponine, if you will. It seems we are destined, Monsieur, to collide."

"He lets her go and she scurries away, and in his mind Grantaire's sneering because of course Enjolras wouldn't know how to hold on to a woman, even the slips and tatters of one." Enjolras and Éponine find each other in little cracks of time before the revolution, and then once more at the barricade.

The revolution has succeeded, but Enjolras and Eponine find themselves in over their heads with friends, politics, and heaven forbid, each other. COMPLETE AT LAST ON THIS SITE!

Their unspoken camaraderie is as certain as the clouds in the dreary Parisian sky. oddly EE.