"The names, the places they live, the places they visit, the women they sleep with, we know it well" And that's how it starts. As Paris is boiling with rumors of revolution, an attempt is made to cut off the rebellion at the source - once and for all. A story of dreams and ruthlessness, of love and hate, of fear and courage. E/E, M/C, and we will see what else happens on the way

/SasuSaku./ And with every moment together, they get just a little closer, a little more comfortable with each other. Fall a little more in love. Post-war. Pre-epilogue.

The year before he left was spent in a damp, cold prison. The year before he left, his eyes were sealed. The year before he left, his body was wrapped in a straitjacket. The year before he left, he understood love, and drowned in its embrace. SasuSaku

"So I guess this goes back, back to the barricade and the shredded red and black banners on the wet streets. Back to the day that shouldn't have been, but was." Éponine struggles after surviving the barricade, while her path will cross with a certain blond haired revolutionary. É/E.

He doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in commitment. Can they believe in each other?

He didn't want to die without loving someone. She didn't want to die for love.

He is born at sunrise on the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, with a tuft of hair the same gold of the sun and eyes as bright and blue as the sky. She is born at midnight on the winter solstice a year and a half after him, in a shadowy, drafty hut, when the moon is high and full and shining bright. Arranged marriage AU for day 21 of 31 days of Enjonine tumblr challenge

After months of using the Amis meetings as an excuse to dreamily stare at Marius, Éponine finally discovers what the schoolboys are planning and makes it her mission to convince their fearless leader that a revolution is a death sentence. When she finally comes face to face with Enjolras, however, her life, and her affections, begin to change in very unexpected ways.

Enjolras and Eponine use each other as an escape from their realities. "He hesitantly looked over to her. 'Did I hurt you too much?" WARNINGS. Rated MA.